The Daniels family had adopted Nora when she was fifteen. Her parents had been killed in a car accident, and she had no close family. The Daniels had taken her in, and now, six years later, their house was the only place she could call home. She was so grateful to Mr and Mrs Daniels, and didn’t know how she could ever repay their kindness. She could probably start by not screwing their son, she thought to herself.

When she had first moved in, he had been seventeen, scrawny and short, face covered with acne, she had gone with him to prom because he hadn't been able to find anyone else. She had spent the night hanging out with Lucy rather than dance with him and face embarrassment in front of her peers . Sure enough, he had been a late bloomer, and his first summer back from college had found him over 6 feet tall with muscular arms and broad shoulders. His lack of acne highlighted his prominent jaw, deep blue eyes and tousled brown hair. He looked like a damn model.

Nora had spent that summer hiding her doe eyed gazes at Mason from her adoptive family, pretending not to be jealous of the college girls he brought home. Wishing it were her as she stared out the window watching him fuck girls in his car, hiking up their skirts, massaging their breasts, the car rocking with the force of his thrusting, while all the time he thought he was hidden by the dark of night and the large oak that hung over the driveway. She knew it was wrong to watch, but she couldn’t help herself. It turned her on too much.