You follow her and keep chatting about things you'd never talked about before: gossips about neighbours, like the town bycicle at the end of the road, or the rumored eleven inches cock in the neighbourhood, which you found strangely appealing for a second, and no one knew who had it, or the cute Lee, your former self, who so kindly fed your cats; the clothes and the hard quest to find good ones with your size since "you" are so small and her for DD cups and big round ass she has. She's really a milf, quite literally considering she's the young 33 mother of a 16 years old boy and a 14 years old girl. You two enter her house and she asks you to sit down while she gets some tea ready. You look around her house and see the pictures of her family, his husband is much older than her and apparently very rich... You sigh... "Is it the way girls always choose? Can they really sell their bodies just like that?" But Linda sure did look happy...
She gets back with the tea and a wide smile. Only after a small chatting more she notices your stick.
- That's not like you at all, why did you buy it? - she asks.
- Uhmmm... Well... It was for charity. - You manage to answer.
- How noble, can I try it? - You unwillingly hand her the walking stick. - Don't I look like Dr. House like this? - she says.
At that moment her son gets in and slams the door.
- Could you be kinder? It's not the first time I tell you, I want that door to keep living. - She tells him nervously, her smile disappearing from her face.
- I could, if I were all the day home doing nothing like you mom - He says dorkishingly before going upstairs and slamming his room's door.
- How dare you! I wish you could understand chores are very important too, and that you'd be way more gentle! - She shouts before slamming the stick...