You pull up outside a sizeable detached house in the suburbs, your girlfriend’s Stacy’s house. You walk down the pathway welcoming front garden, a slight summer breeze blows into your face, you reach the door and knock. About twenty seconds later, the door opens, revealing Stacy’s Mom in a tight business suit, the sun reflecting off her bleach blonde hair, she smiles widely Hey there, Stacy isn’t home at the moment but you’re welcome to come in and wait.