Summary: It’s ‘round midnight and YOU have just delivered the most intense bit of slut shaming to a lonely divorced Mom from who-the-fuck-knows-where and suddenly someone is in your doorway wearing a slinky robe you didn’t even know she had, acting for all the world like one of those needy chicks you meet online. Turns out the laundry room is right next to yours and for weeks has been listening to your filthy fucking late night voice chats. Now, it’s HER turn to be slut shamed. The hour is late, the house is quiet.