He had been easy. They were all easy. A fit, charismatic single mom cheering her daughter’s exploits on the pitch attracted the attentions of soccer dads. Some harmless flirting, a whisper touch on an arm, a carefree laugh, and they were hers every time she was consumed by her hunger.
She could never fully enjoy the afterglow because there was always cleanup. Like all good moms, she never complained.
As she cleaned, she planned her daughter’s dinner.