"What the hell is this now? Take in a Dirty Rockstar Foundation?" "Jen! Be nice!" my mom yelled at me. "Yeah, Jen, be nice," he smirked at me, putting a cigarette in his mouth slowly. Warning: this story contains sexual situations, alcohol use, drug use, etc. Read at own risk.

A single mother on the Sunset Strip, Aurora does all that she can to support her daughter, Catherine. She moves in with her best friend, accepts a job as a stripper, and now, she's determined to seek out Catherine's father, who has been absent since day one. What happens when Aurora must choose between the bond of the biological parent, and the clumsy blonde who manages to steal her heart, as well as the heart of her daughter? Does DNA really make one a parent? Rated R