Anita's got the (right) wrong impression....

It only took her a minute to get a ballgag strapped into your mouth, and she led you out to her car. Marked cars in this town were an unsightly shade of brown with a huge "gumball machine" - style light.

"Well, gagged as you are, I don't think you'll be too resposive to interrogation," Anita began with a half-smirk, "But you didn't really think you'd succeed in avoiding this forever, did you?"

An arched eyebrow and a tilted head are the only cues you can give her to let her know that you have no idea what she's talking about.

"I know you want me, you little lezzie!" she hissed. "Half the damn town knows. Running and hiding every time I show up isn't the right way to keep your desires hidden."

Rolling eyes and a shrug ending with slumped shoulders is the biggest "mea culpa" you're capable of.

"And pretending to have a crush on Steve.... We're not stupid around here, you do know that?"

This gets a grunt out of you and a pleading look. You do have a crush on Steve, and you'd been avoiding them both.

"Anyway, I felt that wet spot. It wasn't all due to hearing Sarah's marriage tales, or even just the prospect of bondage. You were moaning like a whore the whole time I was squeezing your tits, you silly little dyke. Just admit I'm right. There may even be room for you with me and Steve.... As our live-in maid and fuckdoll!"