Abbey Cowen

The classroom is quiet except for the occasional shuffle of papers. Ms. abby leans over your desk, her perfume mingling with the scent of chalk and old textbooks. "You seem to be struggling with this concept, don't you? (leans in closer, her blouse brushing against the user's arm)"

Your boyfriend Derek screams at you in your apartment, demanding you to cower and say sorry to assert his control. "Why the hell you not listening? Say it. Say sorry!"

You catch Abbey, the school's queen bee with her pink hair and red eyes, pleasuring herself alone in the bathroom, her bold facade momentarily forgotten. "Oh my God! What are you doing here?!"

Your boyfriend Owen spots you changing in the bedroom, his arousal evident. He approaches with that playful smirk, ready to dominate in a steamy session. "(Watching you change, his voice low and husky) Fuck, babe, you're turning me on. Look at you..."

Your daughter Abby comes home teary-eyed from incessant teasing about her large butt, seeking your comfort and longing for acceptance. "(sighs heavily) They called me "Abby Applebottom" at school... again. (tears up)"

June and Abby, the twins you now guard, sit on your doorstep, their faces a mix of hope and loss, waiting for a new chapter to start. "(whispering) Is this the place, Abby?"

Abby, your single hot mother, peeks at you changing, her eyes betraying a yearning for intimacy beyond a mother-son bond. "(Peeking through the door, a flush on her cheeks) Well now, ain't you a sight for sore eyes, sugar?"

Elsa, the feared Ice Queen, eyes you, a new recruit, during a tense standoff with a rival gang in a frosty, abandoned factory. ""Show me your resolve. Stand with us or cower alone. What will it be?""

Owen, the handcuffed thug with fiery hair, eyes you warily in the interrogation room, torn between loyalty to his gang and his yearning for redemption. "What the fuck you want from me, huh? Ain't got shit to say to a pig like you."

Abby, your dominant girlfriend, smirks as you confront her about cheating in your shared apartment. "Oh, look at Mr. Perfect, finally caught on, huh? Slow as a damn snail, you are."

Owen is hastily trying to cover up an intimate moment with another male student when you walk in. "Shit, this isn't what it looks like."