Jan. Week 3: A Long Weekend-Movies--Leah agrees to his advances...

“Fine.” Leah rolled her eyes as she conceded to his request.

“I’ll check the bathroom. I would hate for us to be disturbed.” he moved into the a nearby handicap bathroom and emerged a heartbeat later. “Its all clear.”

“The handicap bathroom!?” Leah said in shock as if she was being expected to commit some heinous crime of going in a bathroom meant for those with disabilities.

“Look--it locks and is private. Now lets go.” he motioned her inside and he found the cleanest stall. Luckily the lack of movie goes and a steady crew meant that it wasn’t completely filthy—even if what she and Mr. Howard were about to do would be.

Leah found herself squeezed into the confined space of the single-use bathroom as well as into the awkward position of keeping her dark secrets hidden, her heart pounding in her chest like a war drum. Mr. Howard wasted no time, hastily unbuckling his belt with a practiced ease that spoke volumes about similar encounters. The clinking of metal against porcelain echoed through the single handicap restroom, creating a soundtrack to the sordid scene unfolding between them if one were to be close by the other side.

A dark chuckle escaped his lips as he leaned back against the stall wall, secure in his power over her. In his eyes danced a predatory gleam, one that sent a shiver of **** excitement down Leah's spine.

“I know it won’t taste like popcorn,” he quipped, his voice dripping with sardonic amusement as he gestured downward with a casual flick of his head, “but I think you’ll survive.” His words were laced with dark humor, twisted and perverse, adding an illicit thrill to the already debased situation.