Stepmom shares bed with stepson in a hotel

After visiting his father's parents, rain lashed against the windshield of their car.

Lightning tore through the sky, and the road grew increasingly treacherous.

Elizabeth, behind the wheel, glanced at Jake, who was nervously fidgeting with his seatbelt.

"Enough," she said in a stern but calm tone. "We're stopping. I'm not risking our lives in this damn weather."

They pulled into the nearest motel. The clerk, chewing gum, informed them that only one room was available, with one bed.