Some paint gets splattered on Katie's mom's face, but she seems unphased.

    She works for another minute, and then:

    "Done," she says.  "Now, sit here quickly!"

    She puts a blank white canvas on the floor, and you sit your ass down firmly.

    "How's it feels to be painting?" she asks.

    "Painting's pretty cool," you say.

    "Now stand up," she says.

    You do, but the canvas is stuck to your ass.

    Katie's mom pulls it off and holds it up for you to see.

    It's a bowl of fruit.

    "Wow," you say.  "I did that?"

    "You sure did," she says.
 
    You start to pull your underwear up, but Katie's mom stops you.

    "Oh, don't get paint all over those magnificent undies!" she says.  "You can borrow a pair of my ex-husband's."

    "Thanks," you say.

    After you change into Katie's dad's boxers, you and Katie's mom share some tea on the couch and talk.

    "So you're friends with Katie?" she asks.

    "Yeah, kinda," you say.  "I don't know if she really likes me that much, though."

    "Really?" asks Katie's mom.  "You're a really nice guy.  I wish she'd find herself someone like you instead of that boy, Ross.  What a waste of her time."

    "Really?  You think Katie and a guy like me..."

    "Sure, Brad... you two'd be awfully cute together."

    "Yeah..."

    "Well," says Katie's mom.  "It's getting late.  I've got to put Wes and Cas to bed now."

    "Thanks for painting with me," you say.

    "My pleasure," she says.  "Thanks for modeling for me.  ...I'll show the picture to Katie and maybe she'll warm up to you."

    "Cool!  Thanks."

    "Goodnight, Brad,"

    "Goodnight, Katie's mom."

    You take your new painting and walk back home.

    You hang up your creation in the front room.  Then you head down to the basement for some shut-eye.

    Katie's mom is pretty cool.