Kyle Mason and Chloe Foster prove anal doesn't count

It's morning, and 18-year-old Chloe Foster is kneeling by her bed, hands clasped in prayer. She looks like the picture of innocence, thanking God for keeping her family safe, happy, and united by their faith. She thanks Him for the strength to love and forgive even those who turn from His light. She asks for a little help with her calculus test on Friday — if it's not too much trouble, of course. And finally, she promises to stay pure and chaste in body and mind, a humble servant. But halfway through, we start to catch on that sweet Chloe might not be so sincere. Her eyes keep drifting toward the partly open door, and she's clearly pitching her voice just loud enough to carry down the hall. That angelic tone drips with irony by the end. She crosses herself, chirps 'Amen!', and pats her lap, pleased as punch. Moments later, a man's voice calls out — 'Chloe, time for school!' She lifts her head, smirks like she's got a secret, then flips instantly to a perky, innocent smile. 'Coming, daddy!' she sings, grabbing her fuzzy animal backpack and skipping out the door. CUT TO TITLE. Later that same day, Chloe strolls home from school, and boy, does she drop the act. Same cute outfit, same silly backpack, but now she walks with a swagger, eyeing the houses on either side like a prowler on the hunt. One place stops her cold — up on the lawn, Kyle Mason is doing yardwork, all sweaty and dirty in the best possible way. She licks her lips and bites down, already scheming. Turns out Chloe has her own private definition of staying 'pure,' and the loophole she's found is a real doozy — because in her book, anal simply doesn't count. Kyle is about to learn that this good little churchgoer has a very flexible sense of the rules, and she's more than ready to test every one of them.