Lethal Seduction Page #2

weight was just lifted off me.

Okay, so what's this hot, rich

make believe nympho's name?

Carissa Kensington.

Yep, it's totally

a fake name.

And how old is she?

- Like, 40.

- 40?

You're the one that said that

banging a 40-year-old's like

doing it with two 20-year-olds.

Yeah, I know I said that,

but what about Melanie?

I don't know.

I'm with Carissa now.

She's taking me out.

What?

Yeah.

Mom, have you seen my phone?

Check your jeans.

Watch out.

Three in a row.

Did you find it?

Yeah, it was in

my pants.

Wow. Don't you look nice.

Where are you

off to tonight?

Going out on a date.

Oh. With that,

uh, Melanie girl?

No, with someone else.

- Who?

- Someone else.

( clears throat )

Mark, um, if you're not going

to tell me who you're going on

a date with, then you

can't use the car.

I don't need the car.

- ( car honks )

- Gotta go.

I'm just gonna...

Yeah.

Huh.

That's a nice car for

a high school student.

Uh, computer science for

information management systems.

So you want to be like

one of those IT guys?

The nerd patrol that'll

come in and fix your laptop?

More like

a software developer.

Hmm, interesting.

Can't believe

they didn't card me.

Tell me more about

this computer program.

Oh, well, I've been working

on this app for the past year.

My little man.

Made it for my mom

for after I leave for college.

It's a cross between

a lifestyle app

and a personal assistant

for mothers.

How to reset the universal

remote control.

Yeah, it's supposed

to help with everyday

tasks and problems.

Uh, for example, how much

chlorine to put in the pool

or where do I find my car

in the parking lot.

How to install

a shower massager?

Exactly.

I think it's a

million dollar idea.

I love it.

- Really?

- I do.

In fact, I actually have

a friend

who works at

Intel Digital Labs.

Oh, IDL,

yeah, they're huge.

I can see him being

quite interested.

That'd be awesome.

Now, if I do this, I expect

something big in return.

I need to go

powder my nose.

I'll be right back.

Run, kid, run.

Sorry, you talking to me?

Get out while you still can.

Trust me, she's bad news.

I paid the check.

Ready?

Yeah.

You know how

to work a stick?

Sure.

Good. So do I.

I suppose since you are

all of 18 years old that

I don't need to know who you

were out with until 12:15 AM,

but I would appreciate a call

that lets me know you're okay.

Mark, I was

worried to death.

Sorry.

I understand that you're

almost out of the house

and you need your space,

but I worry about you.

You haven't been acting

like yourself lately.

I just want to make

sure you haven't fallen

in with the wrong crowd.

Wrong crowd?

Seriously, nobody's

doing drugs.

- Marijuana's a drug.

- I'm not smoking pot.

Cocaine?

Is that why you're so happy

and full of energy lately?

No. I gotta go.

Put your bowl in

the sink, young man.

Um, I--I'm gonna pick up

some chicken after work.

Will you be home for dinner?

No, probably not.

These suits are

pretty expensive.

Don't worry.

You'll work it off.

Can you have it

ready by tomorrow?

Sure. I'll put a rush on it.

Thanks, Jim.

Today, I thought

we'd hang by the pool.

And I bought you these.

Though you probably won't

be wearing them much.

( chuckles )

This house is amazing.

What does your ex-husband do?

He used to be a broker.

What does he do now?

Worm food.

I'm sorry.

Whatever...

That's okay.

I thought you were divorced.

Nope, trophy widow,

five years now.

Sorry.

That's okay.

Hey, want to rub some

lotion on my back?

Yes, please.

This place is incredible.

What's in that

shed over there?

Oh, that's

my torture chamber.

I'm kidding.

It's an outdoor sauna.

That's nice.

Mark?

Markie, you in there?

Mom, a little privacy.

I'm using the bathroom.

- ( water running )

- Okay.

I'll wait.

( shower running )

Okay, you're just

being ridiculous.

( clears throat )

Really?

It's too much to pick

up our own clothes.

Carissa?

( heavy breathing )

( shouts )

( screams )

( doorbell rings )

Could somebody

please get that?

Yeah, I'm on it.

Hi, sweetie.

- Hi.

- Hi.

Uh, did you not

get my text?

I--I thought

we were skipping tonight.

Well, I--I...

Hi, please--please

come on in.

Mark.

You must be Tanya.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- This is for you.

- Thank you.

Um, who are you?

I'm Carissa.

Kensington.

( Tanya clears throat )

Huh, hmm.

Mm, this wine is

really good, Carissa.

Oh, thank you.

It's my favorite Bordeaux.

Duax Melon.

Oh, that's strong.

Better.

The steak is delicious.

Not bad if I say

so myself and I do.

So, um, Tanya,

have you tried that new app

that your brilliant son

here created?

App?

Mm-hmm.

No, I don't believe

I have, have I, Mark?

Well, it was supposed

to be a surprise.

Yes, well, we are quite

good with secrets and

surprises now, aren't we?

Well, it--it's

very inventive.

And who knows?

If it takes off, he might

be able to just skip college

and start his very own

fortune 500 company.

Skip college?

Hasn't Mark told you? He has a

full scholarship to Princeton.

Not exactly

something you skip.

Uh, no, I didn't

mean to imply...

Do you have any idea how hard

it is to get into a school

like that?

Mom, she wasn't saying that...

I'm speaking, young man.

The hours he has

put into studying,

essays, the science fairs,

the volunteer work.

Would you really

encourage him to just

throw all of that away?

Mom, I'm not throwing

it all away.

That's an incredibly

irresponsible thing

for you to suggest.

No one's suggesting

anything, mom.

You're--Randy, can you

help me out here a little?

You really do

have some nerve.

Who do you think you are?

Look, I'm sorry

if I offended you.

You're damn right,

you offended me.

And while we're at it,

let me be very clear.

I do not approve

of whatever this is.

Mom, I can tell

you right now, this is...

I'm speaking!

Miss Kensington, my son may

look like a man to you,

but I assure you,

he is just a boy.

Well, with all due respect,

Mrs. Richards,

you're very wrong.

He is very much a man.

A man who's more than capable

of making his own decisions.

Don't you think

it's about time you

cut those apron strings?

Your audacity astounds me.

You may very well be

the same age as me,

but you are not his mother.

You don't get to suddenly show

up and start making decisions

and passing judgment.

Now, I don't know you,

Miss Kensington,

but it seems to me

that you are simply

a lonely middle-aged woman who

is out to satisfy some sick,

sexual thrill and I forbid

you to drag my son into

your perverse game.

Boy, that mother of yours

is a real piece of work.

I'm sorry.

She's just protective.

Mother sharks aren't

that vicious and

they eat their young.

Can you believe

the nerve of that woman?

The gall to suggest

I'm too clingy?

I'm the one letting him go

clear across the country

to go to college, aren't I?

What would an 18-year-old

boy want with a piece of work

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