Anthony checks in on Lynn

Two days had passed since the awkward events with Lynn Odenfell. Anthony felt guilty for taking so long to check in, but at the same time he still felt so confused. He was more in love with Bonnie now than ever before, but he also was starting to have weird, intrusive thoughts. Thoughts of Lynn gently caressing his crotch, getting him harder and harder.

Anthony was also struggling with a darker thought. Ever since Mack suggested giving Bonnie one of the flowers as a desk plant, Anthony had been wrestling with temptation. If a puff of these flowers could turn an old lady into a horny love bunny, what would it do to a beautiful teenage girl? The thought of Bonnie grabbing him the way Mrs. Odenfell had was enough to drive Anthony nuts.

Still, there was something wrong about it. It felt a lot like drugging someone. It was completely immoral. Besides, Bonnie was his best friend!

On the other hand, perhaps Lynn's behavior had been caused by something else. Maybe her inhibitions were lowered and she harbored feelings for Anthony. That was really weird to think about.

"I can't think about this crap now," Anthony muttered.

He knocked on the door to Lynn Odenfell's house and heard rapid shuffling down the stairs. The steps were so quick and springy that Anthony half expected to come face-to-face with one of Lynn's kids. Did she even have kids? He couldn't remember.

The door flew open and Lynn Odenfell tersely greeted him at the door. There was something different about the woman. Her hair was still steel gray, but it was unkempt and wild. It seemed longer, somehow. Even stranger, she seemed...less wrinkly? For an old woman, Lynn Odenfell was fairly attractive, but now she seemed perkier and younger than a sixty eight year old had any right to be.

"Hey Anthony. I don't need any help today, thanks."

"Oh, no, I just wanted to check in and see if you were doing okay."

"Couldn't be better," Lynn said flatly.

Her demeanor was completely different. Gone was the friendly hippy grandma. This woman was cold and uninterested. Anthony's heart sank.

"Um okay. Well let me know if you need any help!"

"I don't think I will, but thank you."

With that, Lynn Odenfell shut the door in Anthony's face.

"What the hell was that all about?" he whispered.

Out of curiosity, Anthony wandered around the edge of the property to get a better look at the garden plot. The tidy square of tilled Earth had erupted with more gorgeous red blossoms. Each one looked more inviting than the last. It would be so easy to slip into the garden and pull one up, stick it in a pot, and give it to Bonnie. She would have her desk plant and he would have a girlfriend. Maybe. Probably not.

"What am I doing, this is insane," Anthony grumbled, marching off.