educed BY my Hot Gold-Digging Step-Mom

Perfect?

Oh Brad, don't you know what this means for you?

Uh, no.

I know how much you hate your daddy, and we both know you're not going to tell him what you just overheard.

Well now that I know that, why shouldn't I? You're a gold digger.

I didn't marry your dad for the money.

I married him because I saw what a handsome son he had.

Are you serious?

Yeah. I mean...

What are you doing?

Here.

What?

I mean, I love money and all, but I have needs.

What? What kind of needs?

Oh gee, what are you doing?

Now...

So...

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

Here.

Now, show me where your bedroom is.

Okay.

Here.

Oh my God.

Oh my God.

Oh my God.

Oh my God.

Oh my God.

Oh.

Oh my God.

Oh my God.

Oh my God.

It's like under my finger.

You're suffering here.

Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

I'm begging you, I'm asking you.

You feel good?

Oh yeah.

And relax.

Oh yeah, that's a lot.

Oh, fuck.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh, shit.

Alright.

You're off the hook.

For now.