To hide his affair, Herman inflicts emotional distress upon his stepson. When his jilted wife, the boy’s mother, learns the truth, she calmly delivers justice. The soft melodies of Billie Holiday filled the room, the sultry voice surrounding the entangled figures on the white sofa. Herman, in his thirties, and Jezebel, his mistress, shared stolen moments in the dimly lit living room. “This is so naughty of us!” Jezebel whispered. “What if your wife comes home early? “My wife hasn’t come home early in at least a year! We have the whole morning,” Herman insisted. “The whole morning!” Jezebel echoed. “Well, in that case, best we make the most of it, Loverman. Kiss me like you mean it. “That’s not all I’m going to do; just wait,” Herman replied, tossing his sweater aside. They lost themselves in the moment, but a creaking door interrupted them. Panic gripped the pair; Herman’s wife wasn’t supposed to be back for hours. “Who is it?” Jezebel whispered. “It can’t be my wife,” Herman pleaded. “She told me she was working late. Quick, get—” The front door slammed shut, and Herman faced the music. A young voice broke the tension. “Herman? Are you here?” Herman’s son, Jake, entered, backpack slung over his shoulders.