Aftercare

Tonya makes a half-hearted attempt to adjust her clothing. I shake off the blanket and wrap it around her. I throw all the loose items into the backpack and sling it over my shoulder and turn back to her to see how she is doing.

{if tonya_rundark = true}She stands there looking into the park through a break in the trees. I step around in front of her to see her face. She stares ahead, looking tired and wrung out. Her eyes are wet. I don’t know if it is because of the gagging or the whole experience.

{else}She is watching me clean up. She has a strange expression, sort of smiling, but tired, too. I hand her phone back to her. “Oh. Thanks.” She says quietly.

{endif}

I put an arm around her. She leans in, so I put another arm around her. “How are you feeling?”

{if tonya_rundark = true}”I don’t know... That was...a lot.”

“Was that too much?”

“Close...” She finally looks at me and sniffles. “I need to sleep on it.”

“Okay, let’s get out of here.”

{else}”I’m...good.” She smiles up at me, but her eyelids are getting heavy. “That was...wild.”

“Are you ready to go, or do you want to keep grinning here like a dummy?” She gives me a soft elbow to the ribs.

“We can go.”

{endif}

We walk slowly along the dirt path down the hill. I keep an arm over her shoulder and she seems to be appreciating it.

{if tonya_rundark = true}”I can give you a ride home.” She nods.

{else}”Unlike your average ****, I give my victims a ride home afterward.”

“That is so thoughtful of you.”{endif}

We pass the sculpture, leave through the gated entrance, and walk a block to my car. I open the door for her. She scoots her butt in, still bundled up and not bothering with her seatbelt. I get in and stretch across her to buckle her in. {if tonya_rundark = false}“You really are the nicest ****.”

“Thanks for noticing.”{endif}

I start the car and set the heater on low, and start driving the short distance to her house. she turns to me and says, “How did you know...”

“About the video?” I ask. Her eyes get wide.

“So you did know!” Despite the events of the night, her cheeks turn red.

“Of course! I don’t make it a habit to do this sort of thing. You got me so...worked up in your room...and I found out about the video... I just got the crazy idea in a flash.”

“...But how did you know about the video?”

I am about to lie, but realize it will fall apart if she questions it. We near her house so I pull over and park at the curb. “You need to sleep. I’ll tell you later.” She doesn’t like that answer, or that I might know a lot more. She just stares at me deciding how badly she wants to know. Then she looks mildly panicked when I lean in close enough to kiss her, but only unbuckle her seatbelt. “Goodnight, Tonya.”

She flings the blanket off of her and looks down at herself. {if Edge >= 60}Her whole outfit is covered in drying cum splatter.

“That will stain.” I mention helpfully. She rolls her eyes.{elseif Edge <=10}Her outfit is in disarray and a little dirty.{else}The dark wet blobs across her chest are quickly hardening.

“That will stain.” I mention helpfully. She rolls her eyes.{endif}

“Goodnight,” she says, closes the door and walks around to the back of the house.