Being Neighborly

Scene opens with Selina and her son Ray standing on the porch. She's guiding him. They're about to knock, but she stops him. "You remember what we talked about?" she asks. They share a smirk. Then she rings the bell. Bridget answers looking like the world's saddest widow. Introductions happen. Next-door neighbors, they say. Selina lays on the charm and gets them inside. CUT TO TITLE. Tea flows. They trade small talk. Bridget admits she's been widow for three months. Her husband left her horny and lonely and way too polite about it. Ray starts flirting—hard. Selina eggs him on like she's cheering him at Little League. When the mood's right, she excuses herself, grabs her bag, and leaves them alone. The second she's gone the temperature spikes. Bridget protests at first, then melts. She climbs onto Ray's lap and deep-throats his cock like she's finally tasting something that isn't grief. Bouncy, sloppy, hungry. Camera pulls back: Selina's leaning in the doorway, watching with a grin the size of sin. She flashes Ray an OK sign. He winks. She slides off, satisfied that the first phase is clockwork. But you can feel the bigger plan ticking under it all.