I walk home through my front door. I’d spent the night with a cute girl I’d met through my friend group, a friend of a friend. I’d stayed in a hotel as it wasn’t that close to home and I wanted to have a drink and not worry about driving home. I walk into the front room, dropping my bag onto the floor. “Hello, sweetie,” my mom says from the sofa. She is lying there in a thong and one of my loose-fitting vests, a lot of si...