Jake takes charge of the breedable sugarplum

Jake walks them through his open concept mansion to some well lit couches overlooking a garden window. Younger Lisa follows, but she is overcome with shame. She has trouble making eye contact. Future Lisa takes her hand to reassure her.

Younger Lisa casts her eyes downward even after they sit down. She listens to Future Lisa and Jake exchange some pleasantries but doesn't say anything. After a while Jake walks up to her and lifts her chin. He kisses her. She kisses back. Her knees tremble.

Jake looks in her eyes. "You love me, Sugarplum."

"I'm sorry. I do. I love you, Jake."

"I love you too, Sugarplum."

Younger Lisa can't help but say the stupidest thing. "Why?"

Jake laughs. "You are gorgeous, Sugarplum. Whip smart too. You are a lot smarter than you give yourself credit for. No one's as creative at self-destruction as you are. But really, the heart wants what it wants."

Younger Lisa casts her eyes down and presses her knees together. Jake again hooks his index finger under her chin and lifts it up. "Do you trust me?" he asks.

"Yes," she whispers.

"I know you need me to take control, so I will. Give me your purse."

Younger Lisa passes him her clutch. Jake picks out some small baggies of pills, powders, and assorted fun from the purse. He chuckles and throws the baggies away. "Tsk tsk, I don't think so."

Lisa wasn't expecting this. Is Jake judging her? She's ready to flip from ashamed to bratty. "And why not?" she demands.

Jake picks out her birth control pills and throws them away too. "Because I'm going to breed you, Sugarplum."

Younger Lisa freezes, while Future Lisa feels her whole body flush with heat. Hearing Jake says those words fires every forbidden fantasy she's harboured for ten years.