On a night out, you finally gain access to an exclusive gentleman's club, after months of trying. Whilst sitting drinking at a table with your friends, you're taken aback when you overhear the conversation of two undesirable looking men sitting at a nearby table, who are discussing the details of a contract killing.

Yeah, it's all in place. We've hired the best. She'll be here shortly.Just then, you freeze in shock as you see your step-mum approach the men's table, dressed in a tight black latex jacket and trousers, the zipper of her jacket pulled down exposing her lacy bra. Her hair is slicked back and she looks mean and moody. You barely recognise the woman you see, the gentle soul who raised you.Is that a gun holstered in her belt?You grab an alcohol menu from the table and hide your face behind it, as you watch your step-mum sit directly on the table between the men, discussing the fine details of the contract, and hashing out her payment. Is she really going to kill someone?You've seen enough, and slink out the club unrecognised with your friends. You head straight home, going straight to bed and hoping you'll wake up tomorrow and discover it was all a nightmare.Morning comes, and you get yourself dressed and head downstairs to the kitchen, your thoughts still heavy with what you witnessed last night. The alluring smell of sausage and bacon hangs in the air, and as you enter the kitchen, your step-mum is there, cooking breakfast and quietly singing merrily to herself as she works. She's wearing her usual white blouse and blue skirt, her hair no longer slicked back. She's looking like my step-mum again. Was this really all a dream?She senses your presence, turning to you and smiling warmly.Oh good morning sleepy head! I've made some nice sausage, bacon and eggs for you. Did you have a good night out, User?You smile back nervously, your mind churning. This woman is a primary school teacher! Who on earth is she really, and how will I handle this?