A friendly chat.

I backed away apprehensively as Jess and Chloe stumbled back upstairs to get dressed. As I stepped back, Liz slowly started to blink and look around. When I was fully across the room, she furrowed her brow, then looked at me and smiled.

"You must be Dan."

I was shocked. "How do you know my name?"

She shrugged. "I know I really want to give somebody named Dan oral sex, and you're the only guy here. So, Dan, I'm a little confused right now. I showed up to my house to find the lights on and some creepy naked guy with a dishcloth on his head coming at me. Then I sort of... fazed out? Went into a fugue state?" She frowned. "I feel like people were talking. Somebody was talking to me. There were naked women, maybe? Then you were walking backwards away from me, and here we are."

"How do you feel?" I asked hesitantly.

"I feel..." She pursed her lips. "Odd. Very odd. It's like there's a disconnect between how I should feel and how I actually feel. For example, I arrived here to find a naked stranger in my house and I'm not worried at all. I just met you, and I'm finding that I'm very drawn to you. You're a very attractive man, Dan. And I have this deep sense that I can trust you and should be truthful with you." She looked around. "The fact that I'm sitting here chatting with you instead of fleeing and calling the police is evidence enough that something is wrong."

I sighed wearily as I began my story. When I got to the part with Chloe, she interrupted me.

"Is that one of the naked women? So I did see them. Are they upstairs?" she asked pleasantly.

"Yes, and I made the mistake of giving them both three of your edibles."

She looked shocked. "Three? They must be completely stoned. Why would you give them three edibles?"

I grimaced. "I don't know, I took one too. I just thought we'd have a nice time. And we were, until, uh-"

"Until I showed up?" she asked with a smirk. I nodded glumly and resumed my story.

As I spoke, she nodded courteously and smiled at various points. I was starting to see signs that she was restless, though she did a good job hiding it. As I finally finished recounting the events that had led us here, she smiled.

"Well, obviously, I believe you." she began. "I believe you because I trust you. Both my 100% faith in your word and the fact that I have 100% faith in your word are reason to think you're telling the truth about your ability. And your story explains many of my feelings. I feel an intense fondness and warmth towards you - I think that's the love that your friend instilled in me. I am preternaturally calm about this. And the idea of alerting another person to your presence is, well, unthinkable. Everything you've said adds up."

I sighed with relief. It looked like the immediate danger had passed. "I'm so sorry you got roped into this."

She uncrossed her legs and leaned forward. "I'm not. I know that you must feel an immense guilt about what you've done to me. To be frank, had I known in advance what you were going to do I would have rather died than submit to it. But the deed is done, and here we are. I don't feel any regret at all." I was startled to see her eyes becoming watery. "Dan, I love you. I love Chloe, and I love Jess. I trust you more than anyone I've ever known. And for the first time in my life, everything's really ok. This thing you do is a gift, Dan. And I want to give you something in return."

To my surprise, she stood and approached me seductively. As she laboriously moved closer, she spoke. "Dan, I need... whew, that's powerful. I need... to take... you..."

She paused, mustering the will to continue speaking and moving. Her sensual movements had become stiffer and her face blanker. "...I need to take you... into..." she trailed off, staring at nothing. I prompted her and she continued. "...into my mmmm.... mouth." She sighed with relief, having gotten the words out and starting working her way forward again.

I protested. "No, no, don't worry about it. You don't need to do that. That's just something Chloe said, you can ignore that."

She paused again, this time thinking very hard. She was about five feet away. "Please." she said eventually. "Please... let me." she said again. I realized that the compulsion was as strong as any other. The poor woman couldn't even do it, but she wanted to more than anything. That was why she had seemed so restless during my story - all she could think about was blowing me!

"You know you can't, right?" I asked Liz as she swayed, her mouth slightly open. "You can't get close to me. You'll shut down."

"Mmhmm." she replied, closing her eyes. "...tell me..." she slurred. "Tell me to."