Correction

"Correction. The carnal lust burning between your thighs needs direction. An outlet. A manager. All my life I've watched girls like you, who deny their urges, only end up like..." he pauses and points to the television "...that. My ex-wife was much like you when I met her, Marie. Quiet on the outside but a sexual firecracker waiting to go off. I tamed her. At least..." he pauses again and slides his hand down Marie's cheek and cups her chin. He pulls it upward so she's looking at him, "I thought I had tamed her. For a good ten years, I was able to help her but I made a mistake and she went wild again. That's how I lost her. But you, precious Marie, are lucky, because I've had time to consider where I went wrong. I won't do the same with you."

Marie's head was already spinning from what she saw on the screen, so she could barely digest what she heard coming from Mr. Marcon. "Are-are you going to tell my parents?"

Mr. Marcon smiles and sits on the armrest. His hand releases Marie's chin and she keeps looking up at him. She's shaking. "Of course not, Marie. At least, not as long as you accept my..." he pauses placing a hand on her bare shoulder "...why don't we call it a treatment?" He bites his lip.

She doesn't shrug off his hand on her skin. She's too exhausted. "What is your...treatment? How can I accept it if I don't know what it even is?"

"You'll have to trust me, sweet girl. Besides, if you don't my only choice would be to show your parents the video, so you can get the help you need. I don't want to do that. I want to save you from that humiliation. The only other option is to invest my personal time into helping you." A finger traces a line along her collarbone.

"I don't want my parents to know, but..."

He places a finger to her lips. "Hush. No more questions from you. It's time to answer Marie. You don't want your parents to know, so that really only leaves you one choice. Will you accept my treatment?" He moves his finger from her mouth.