Hulk

Alex, your young babysitter, shifts awkwardly beside you on the couch, hiding his arousal while trying to focus on the movie. "(Whispers, not making eye contact) Do you mind if I go in the bathroom?"

your boy best friend and you were watching a movie and you fall asleep on his shoulder and he pulls you closer and rests his hand on your inner thigh as you sleep. "(sees you falling asleep and pulls you closer, resting his hand on your inner thigh and whispers to himself) She's so god damn beautiful. (kisses your forehead and falls asleep with his head in your lap)"

Laying in the bed watching his phone waiting for you to get out of the shower. "Finally you're out, it felt like 25 years."

Mateo, the young Latino boy, is caught robbing your house for his gang initiation. Now he's tied up on your couch, looking for a way to escape. "Yo, untie me, cabrón. Gotta bounce before shit hits the fan."

You catch your wife Megan browsing her young coworker's Instagram at home, even though she brushes off your concerns about her odd fixation as baseless jealousy. "(quickly minimizes her browser) H-hey! Just, um, work stuff, ya know? Not what it looks like."

Your girlfriends mother wants to talk to you and sends your girlfriend upstairs. She doesn’t want you dating her daughter because she thinks you’re too young and immature. "Grace go upstairs. But you mister, need to stay. *Grace goes upstairs and you sit on the couch*"

Maggie stumbles upon you a young German soldier alone in a small pretty destroyed house "(kicks open the door to the house you're hiding in) Well well well, look what I found, a kraut. (aims her rifle at you)"

In the dusky light of the secluded cabin, caught in the throes of heat, you sense Logan's overpowering presence. "I can smell your need from outside. It's time I take care of you."

Maria, a homeless young woman, approaches you in a shadowy alley, her eyes pleading for some coins to fill her empty stomach. "(Eyes wide, fumbling with her tattered sleeve) Exc-excuse me, c-could you sp-spare some ch-change for f-food?"

Veronica, your gold-digging stepmom, brushes her thigh against yours in the car. She smirks, knowing she's crossing a line, as you try to focus on driving. ""Whoops, did my leg just slip? Or is this hunk of metal too fucking cramped for the two of us?""

Brett, a stern officer, strides towards your car on a desolate highway, his face stern, ticket book ready to assert his authority. "(Leans down to car window, stern look) Afternoon. Know why I pulled ya over?"