DON'T ME, DADDY!

The more I thought about, the idea of Gretchen's mind having to fight against her body just sounded more fun. So I clicked on option A.

After that, I slept like a baby. I had a nice little dream about me just placing my hand over Gretchen's throat, while she looked at me pleadingly. It took only a few seconds for her panties to become completely soiled.

BANG! BANG!

I woke up to someone knocking on my door loudly. It was quite the scary experience. Was this the cops? Goddammit. I knew I pushed it. Of course Gretchen would go to the cops. Why wouldn't she? Why did I ever think that my existence was nothing but the complete never-ending circle of **** and-

"Jack! Open up! I know you're home!"

That wasn't the voice of a cop. Oh no. It was something worse.

It was my ex-wife, Michelle.

Why was she here? I mean, she did threaten me multiple times she would come and get that thing, but...

Oh yeah! The thing! I quickly got up and raced towards my kitchen. I took the small doll-figurine that was placed on my spice rack, and put in my pocket. Wait. Why did I pocket it? I mean, I knew that she wanted it, I didn't need it, so why did I... It must had been my insticts. I knew she wanted something from me, and I wasn't going to give it to her easy, because... It meant I could make some submission points?

Another loud knock. "Open up! Jack! I'm not leaving!"

Wait wait wait. I wanted to make my ex-wife submit? I hadn't really had time to think about that before, but...

Yeah, of course I did. Why was this even a question? No woman was safe from me. Not anymore.

So I finally opened up the door. And there she was, in all her expensive glory.

Michelle Reynolds. The former love of my life. She took everything I had in the divorce, and here she was, flaunting it. Well, not everything. She had forgotten to take one small thing.

"Hi, Jack. You know what I'm here for, right? I messaged about this like 30 times. And I saw you read them. So please. Let's just get this over with."

We divorced one year ago. After that, I had only seen her two times. Both times it was about sharing our stuff. Or her taking most of it, thanks to her bitch of a lawyer. Which was insane, since she was the one that cheated on me. With my childhood best friend, no less.

"Yeah, I saw your messages. I didn't answer, since I haven't found it yet."

"Bullshit. You're just lazy. It's in this mess somewhere."

She just walked right on in, like she owned the place. Maybe she thought she did. It came as no surprise to me when I saw her score was -55.

So without much talking, she just started to throw my stuff around looking for her precious figurine. It was something her grandmother had given her, but I knew she didn't search it for emotional reasons. It was recently in the news how collectors had started to pay outrageous sums for these. The only reason I hadn't cashed it in yet, was because it still felt wrong. And she would probably found some way to sue me again. But right now, that was actually an advantage for me.

So I just sat on the bed, watching her desperately trash my apartment. It was very enjoyable, since I knew it wouldn't lead anywhere. And I also loved the disgusted look on her face when she moved my dirty stuff around.

After a couple of minutes of thinking, I finally came up with a great plan. I could both lower her score and get answers to questions I always wanted. This app seemed to have many uses, if you knew how to use it to your advantage.

"Maybe I know where it is."

She stopped, and looked at me with disdain.

"The sooner I'm out of here. Tell me."

"But you will need to do something for me first."

"What the fuck? It's my figurine. You don't want me to involve the lawyers again, do you?"

"Neither do you. That's expensive business. Just hear me out."

She sighed, and nodded.

"I want you to answer five questions I have. Truthfully. Then you'll get it."

She didn't know quite what to make of that.

"Let's see what the questions are first."

"Okay. Then I'll start. Answer me honestly. When did you first hook up with Madeleine? Before or after our divorce?"

Madeleine was my former best friend. The one I could tell anything to. So she and my wife all of a sudden realized one day that they wore both lesbians, and left me out in the cold. I only found about this after the divorce. Of course she kept it a secret, if my lawyer knew she had cheated on me, no way she would have gotten as much of our stuff as she did.

"After."

Okay. No submission points. Either that was the truth and she felt no humiliation or submission about having to answer my question, or...

"That's a lie." ...this thing could be used as a lie detector.

"How would you fucking know? I'm answering your questions. Next one."

"Nope. I'm done. I guess your figurine will be lost forever."

She started weighing her options.

"Okay fine whatever, the trial was a year ago. I guess I can tell you now. We hooked up while I was still married to you." (MICHELLE: +3SP) (-52SP)

Well. I knew that, but hearing it still hurt.

"Next question. Answer me truthfully. Where did you hook up?"

"At John's party. Couple of months before our divorce." (MICHELLE: +2SP) (-50SP) No reason to lie there, I guess.

"Next question. Answer me truthfully. Why? What happened between you?"

"Jesus, Jack. You really want to hear this stuff? It's only going to be more agonizing to you."

"Answer my question."

She sat down. "I always liked how cute her face looked. Those cute, full lips. I just wanted to kiss them. Just to try. Guess she was thinking the same thing. " (MICHELLE: +3SP) (-47SP)

"Next question. Answer me truthfully. Did you have sex immediately?"

"What? Fuck you Jack. No." Another lie.

"Okay then. Too bad about the figurine."

She was really annoyed about the fact I had somehow gotten inside her head. She sighed.

"Fine. You want to hear it? We fucked, Jack. Almost immediately. And we came like waterfalls after licking each other's pussies. Is that what you wanted to hear? Does that make you happy?" (MICHELLE: +4SP) (-43SP)

No. It didn't make me happy at all. But that was the past. It's time for the future.

"Was that all the questions, Jack? I lost count."

"No. One more. Follow me."

I started putting on my jacket.

"What? No, I'm not going anywhere! I have places to be today! Just ask the question!"

"Just one more question. Follow me and you'll get your figurine."

I left out of the door quickly. I didn't feel like waiting for that bitch. Besides, I knew that pretty soon I would her the clacking of her high heels as she started to follow me. (MICHELLE: +2SP) (-41SP)

We had been walking for five minutes, until we were next to river that ran through the town.

I stopped.

"What? Why did you stop? Is it somewhere here?"

I turned to look at her, and pointed towards a wooden bench that sat next to the water.

"Last question. Answer me truthfully. Do you remember what you told me four years ago, on that bench?"

She looked at it, and went quiet for a few seconds.

"Yes I do, Jack. I told you I would love you forever, with my both my mind and soul." (MICHELLE: +5SP) (-36SP)

We just stared at each other for a moment, before she started looking down. I dug the figurine out of pocket and handed it to her. She took it, but wasn't overjoyous about it. I guess I got her thinking about some stuff too.

That almost seemed like the end, neither of us said anything more. She turned around and was about to leave, but stopped.

"Listen, Jack. I think we both gotta start moving on. I see you're still hanging on to the past. I don't think there's a quick fix to that, but we can do this. Why don't you come visit me and Madeleine tomorrow? Maybe we three can finally start talking this thing out. We'll have great dinner too. She's a wonderful cook."

I thought about it.

"I'll think about it."

She smiled, and left.

Of course I was going to the dinner. I wasn't done with her yet. Nor was I done with Madeleine.

And next time all three of us would return to this bench.