Let her leave

A few minutes later, once I was back in the kitchen, I heard Jade cleaning up. She returned to the kitchen and I watched casually as she picked up her clothes and got dressed. “I don't know how you made me do all that, but I hate you for it,” she said glumly. She was a defeated, broken woman.

“Here's what you should do,” I 'suggested', “forget the bad parts, remember the good parts. And come find me next time you get horny. We can do this again.”

I wasn't sure, but I think a cloud passed away from her face – she was forgetting the bad parts. And a half-smile appeared – she was remembering the goods.

“Don't get too full of yourself, Ron,” she chided. “This was a one time thing. A freak accident. Now I gotta run – it's been an hour and you promised me it would be less than that. I got my own shit to do.”

“Sure, go ahead. I'll see you later. Or sooner, if you need me.”

“Fuck off,” she laughed. And with that she was out the door.

Now I knew I had something significant with this app. The question was, what do I do now?