Vance

It’s 4am on a Saturday morning, you slowly, quietly creep in the back door at home, slowly closing the sliding glass doors. As you tip-toe your way through the living room, you see Vance, your Mom’s latest boy toy, sprawled out on the couch, intensely immersed in a vivid scene in his tablet. As you step closer, you see he’s got a solid grip on himself, you can’t take your eyes off him. He really seems into it; you can’t help yourself.