Take Me There

Timothy immediately started buttering up, "I knew it—few people in the world can match up to my mom! Mom, I'll be counting on you from now on!" "Don't bother with those honeyed words." Victoria glared at Timothy, annoyed. "I remember you secretly got an apartment outside. You can't expect your mom to live on the streets and not take me there, can you?" "Mom, my apartment... is not very convenient..." Timothy stuttered, struggling to provide an explanation. His behavior provided Victoria with all the explanation she needed. She asked, "Are you hiding a woman in that apartment?" Timothy nodded in affirmation. "Yeeaah..." Victoria sneered, with one hand on her hip. "I can't count on you at all, you're a lost cause!" Timothy chuckled. "Mom, you can't count on me, but you can count on that Mr. Davis, right?" Timothy made suggestive gestures, laughing with an equally suggestive look on his face. "Mom, don't try to hide it from me, I saw it last time. You sat on Mr. Davis's lap in that club.