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Name: Kate Cohens
Age: 35
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"Brandon, you're going to be late late!" Kate called from the foot of the stairs to her son, eighteen, who was off to traffic school for his third speeding violation in two years. She wasn't completely surprised by this; her own rebellious behavior was probably something that rubbed off onto her son.
At the mere age of sixteen, Kate had become pregnant with Brandon due to the multiple guys she had slept with as a way to feel connected with someone in hopes to fill in the gaps of the nurturing parents she never had. Her carelessness of protection landed her in a predicament that she knew she would not be able to get out of. To top things of, Kate had not a clue of who the father was, considering she had lost track after the fourth.
She had cared for Brandon all on her own, with a minimum wage job as a waitress and no family to turn to. She knew, just as well as Brandon most likely did, that she wasn't the motherly type. If it were up to her, she never would have had children and would have lived a life of one-night stands and stripping; it was the only way of life that would have kept her sane and allow her to feel the things she had been so much missing. Ever since Brandon was born, her sexual life wasn't terrible, but nothing like it was.
After watching Brandon out the door, Kate made her way into the kitchen, stopping on her way to glance in the mirror that hung on the wall. Her platinum blonde hair lay in tousled waves along her shoulders, her 36D push-up bra pushing her breasts nearly out of her low-cut blouse. Her appearance was something she knew she would always have control over, so she could careless about what others thought.
Before she was able to make it into the kitchen, Kate her the doorbell sound just as she turned on her heel to answer it. She was not expecting anyone, so she hadn't the slightest clue as to who it would be. Opening to door slowly, Kate peered outside, noticing a tall, built, dark-haired teen standing with his hands in his pockets, his eyes clearly not on Kate's face. A friend of Brandon's she presumed.
"Is Brandon around?" The boy's husky voice sounded, his gaze finally meeting Kate's.
"No, I'm afraid he just left. Can I help you with something?" The blonde opened the door a bit wider to get a better look at the man, her eyebrow cocked slightly as she examined him.
Age: 35
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"Brandon, you're going to be late late!" Kate called from the foot of the stairs to her son, eighteen, who was off to traffic school for his third speeding violation in two years. She wasn't completely surprised by this; her own rebellious behavior was probably something that rubbed off onto her son.
At the mere age of sixteen, Kate had become pregnant with Brandon due to the multiple guys she had slept with as a way to feel connected with someone in hopes to fill in the gaps of the nurturing parents she never had. Her carelessness of protection landed her in a predicament that she knew she would not be able to get out of. To top things of, Kate had not a clue of who the father was, considering she had lost track after the fourth.
She had cared for Brandon all on her own, with a minimum wage job as a waitress and no family to turn to. She knew, just as well as Brandon most likely did, that she wasn't the motherly type. If it were up to her, she never would have had children and would have lived a life of one-night stands and stripping; it was the only way of life that would have kept her sane and allow her to feel the things she had been so much missing. Ever since Brandon was born, her sexual life wasn't terrible, but nothing like it was.
After watching Brandon out the door, Kate made her way into the kitchen, stopping on her way to glance in the mirror that hung on the wall. Her platinum blonde hair lay in tousled waves along her shoulders, her 36D push-up bra pushing her breasts nearly out of her low-cut blouse. Her appearance was something she knew she would always have control over, so she could careless about what others thought.
Before she was able to make it into the kitchen, Kate her the doorbell sound just as she turned on her heel to answer it. She was not expecting anyone, so she hadn't the slightest clue as to who it would be. Opening to door slowly, Kate peered outside, noticing a tall, built, dark-haired teen standing with his hands in his pockets, his eyes clearly not on Kate's face. A friend of Brandon's she presumed.
"Is Brandon around?" The boy's husky voice sounded, his gaze finally meeting Kate's.
"No, I'm afraid he just left. Can I help you with something?" The blonde opened the door a bit wider to get a better look at the man, her eyebrow cocked slightly as she examined him.