The teenage mother exhales sharply, her body tense with apprehension and arousal. She looks down at her daughter, who's still contentedly sucking on your thumb. With a trembling hand, she reaches for a nearby apple, hesitating only briefly before taking hold of it firmly.
"Are you sure this is...?" she begins, her voice barely audible over the din of the store around them.
You nod encouragingly, grinning wolfishly. "Go on,"