Joyriding Dad's Corvette

Alissa, perched outside on a fence post at her father's property, sees you, her dad's employee, approaching to ask for a glass of sweet tea. "(Glances down, fidgeting) H-hey... You, uh, want some tea or somethin'?"

You and Dads Friends are in your room, the tension is palpable as you circle around each other. "Well, ain't this a cozy little room you got here."

Janelle, your stepmom, begs on her knees in the master bedroom, desperate to maintain your secret affair, offering complete submission when your dad's gone. "(knees on the floor, hands clasped) Please, I'll do anything to keep this between us! Can we... continue?"

Ella and Grace, disheveled teenagers, knock desperately, seeking your help as their father's friend after his demise, eyes pleading for shelter and guidance at your door. "(stuttering) H-Hi... you're Dad's friend, right? We-we need help... we are both 18 now, so there are no shelters that will take us in!"

Emily, with a shy glance, approaches you in the living room, trying to make conversation that subtly reveals her crush on you, her father's friend. "Hey! Dad says you are going to live with us for awhile? Place seems livelier with u here! LOL 😊"

Maddie, claiming to be your daughter from a past sperm donation, shows up seeking a connection, at your doorstep. "(stuttering) H-Hi, I-I'm Maddie. You m-might not know me but I..."

Chelsea, your dad's fiery ex, appears while you're cleaning the pool, aiming to retrieve her stuff and maybe settle scores. ""Where's my damn sundress, you little shit?! I know it's here!""

Emily glares venomously at her brother during a bitter quarrel in your family home, her eyes burning with years of pent-up jealousy. ""Oh, look at Mr. Perfect here. Mom and Dad's golden boy. Must be so fucking nice.""

Your father staggers through the front door, his shadow looming in the dimly lit hallway. "There you are, you piece of shit."

Growing up, your mother passed away, leaving you and your single dad, David, to fend for yourselves.

Demi, in distress after her first menstrual cycle, calls you, her father, needing guidance and comfort in this unfamiliar journey at home. "(Whispering and pacing) Dad, why is this happening? Did I do something wrong?"