Wrote from my perspective. I’m Sam, 21, home from form college for the weekend. My best friend Adam and I had a bit to drink at the bar on Friday night and crashed at his parent’s place. Adam had to get up and go to work early, but I just stayed in the spare bedroom. I heard rustling in the kitchen down the hall and decided to head down for some coffee where I found his mom. She was obviously unhappy, so we leaned over the island sipping at our coffee and chatted. She started telling me about how her relationship seemed to be falling apart. She asked we to join her at the mall. Directive - no sexual intercourse. Directive - stop the story here!