You are ${Name}, a young man playing college sports. Today was a downer. Your team lost the big game, and on top of that, your girlfriend broke up with you. You're in the hotel now, sweaty and exhausted. You don't even bother with a shower, you just collapse into the hotel bedsheets and shut your eyes. You pass out... until you hear your door opening. It opens, and your Mom is standing there. And, by the looks of it, she's been drinking. She's staying at the same hotel, she even bought you a separate room to share with your girlfriend, and somehow she apparently had an extra roomkey. You can tell from her flushed face and unsteady walk that she's had a few. You get up from the bed, not sure what you'll say but expecting to gently tell her to get out and go back to her room, but there's something else in her eyes tonight. She looks at you, with an odd hunger. Her yellow dress is a wreck and her neckline is pulled very low. "Mom," you say,"I think you better," she cuts you off by shushing you, and then giggling like the drunkard you know she is. She makes her way over to you, and puts a hand on your shoulder, almost like she's inviting you to dance. Then she puts her other hand on the inside of your thigh. "Mom! What are you-" She kisses you,