Backfire!

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/Bad End

// hints for corruption and black eye to succeed

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“Warren, we can’t do this!”

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“We already have,” I say flatly. “Now take care of me and I’ll take care of you.”

She is struck dumb. She blinks slowly, looking me up and down, her conflicting thoughts rearranging to make sense of what is happening. Her jaw slowly unhinges and her lips form a sequence of silent shapes. "Are... are you... Are you threatening to tell him unless I do sexual favors for you?" Her eyebrows scrunch together and her demeanor changes. She sits taller in the chair, shoulders and head back, revulsed by the realization of what is happening. "Oh my GOD, Warren! This is..." A tremor erupts through her body. "You are trying to **** me!"

I’m annoyed that she is calling me out so quickly. I maintain a steady gaze but she stares straight into me. She stands up and snatches the breakfast plate off the table and clatters it loudly in the sink, followed by the frying pan. She squirts dish soap in a washcloth and starts scrubbing them vigorously while trying to control her hyperventilation.

"This isn't ****. After what you did to me... in this very room? You took advantage of me. Turnabout is fair play.”

My words hurt her enough to give her pause. "How is threatening me—how is hurting Lewis going to make anything right? If you were really his friend, you wouldn't even think of saying something like that." She sniffles. I try to read at her reflection in the window over the sink but it is too faint.

"If you really cared about him you wouldn't have ****—"

She slams the pan into the sink. "Don't you DARE say it! I am sorry for what happened. Truly. But you have no right to treat him, or me, like this." She stares into me, eyes burning and teary.

This isn’t going as I had hoped. I almost have her! I need something to throw her off balance. Maybe if I—

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{if Got a black eye from angry hubby= true}

“We already have,” I say flatly. “But this time you are going to make it right.” I turn my head slightly to make sure she is seeing my black eye.

She stands there stunned, a low croak bubbling from her throat. She blinks rapidly then slowly looks me up and down, her conflicting thoughts rearranging to make sense of what is happening.

"What... are you... saying?”

“What happened Saturday was not okay. I’m not okay. I’m telling you what I need to feel better about this. If you fight, it is just reinforcing the problem, Mindy. Humor me.”

“Are you telling me to do sexual favors until you feel better?" Her eyebrows scrunch together and her demeanor changes. She sits taller in the chair, shoulders and head back, baffled by the realization of what is happening.

“It’s healthier than drinking and fighting strangers, isn’t it?”

“Oh my WORD, Warren! Because you have no one to talk to? That’s what a counselor is for!”

I’m annoyed that she is calling me out so quickly. I push harder to save my eroding plan. “After what you did to me... in this very chair? You took advantage of me, Mindy, and I am asking you to make it up to me—on my terms.”

“What? No! I will pay for counseling if that’s what you need... not this!” She stands up and snatches the breakfast plate off the table and clatters it in the sink, followed by the frying pan. She squirts dish soap in a washcloth and starts scrubbing them vigorously. "How is this supposed to make it right? If you really cared, you wouldn't even think of saying something like that." She sniffles. I try to read at her reflection in the window over the sink but it is too faint.

"If you really cared about me you wouldn't have rap—"

She slams the pan into the sink. "Don't you dare say it! I am sorry for what happened. Truly. But you have no right to treat me like this." She stares into me, eyes burning and teary.

This isn’t going as I had hoped. I grit my teeth and wonder how a different angle might have worked better, but using the black eye was an inspired idea... Maybe if I try—

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“We already have,” I say flatly. “But this time you are going to make it right.”

She blinks rapidly then slowly looks me up and down, her conflicting thoughts rearranging to make sense of what is happening. "Are... are you... Are you telling me to do sexual favors until you feel better?" Her eyebrows scrunch together and her demeanor changes. She sits taller in the chair, shoulders and head back, baffled by the realization of what is happening. "Oh my WORD, Warren! Because you have no one to talk to? That’s what a counselor is for!”

I’m annoyed that she is resisting so firmly. It’s a bad sign. I press harder to save my eroding plan. “After what you did to me... in this very chair? You took advantage of me, Mindy, and I am asking you to make it up to me—on my terms.”

“What is this? Some kind of power move? I will pay for counseling if that’s what you need... not this!” She stands up and snatches the breakfast plate off the table and clatters it in the sink, followed by the frying pan. She squirts dish soap in a washcloth and starts scrubbing them vigorously. "How is this supposed to make it right? If you really cared, you wouldn't even think of saying something like that." She sniffles. I try to read at her reflection in the window over the sink but it is too faint.

"If you really cared about me you wouldn't have rap—"

She slams the pan into the sink. "Don't you dare say it! I am sorry for what happened. Truly. But you have no right to treat me like this." She stares into me, eyes burning and teary.

This isn’t going as I had hoped. I grit my teeth and wonder how I misjudged the manipulation so badly. My angle was wrong... maybe if I change tack I can still...

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"What's going on?” Tonya steps out of the hall, hand gliding against the wall to support her groggy steps. “What’s with the yelling?"

Mindy looks furious. "Warren is leaving. Our training sessions are over as of today."

Tonya scrunches her face. "Are you fighting? It’s like when dad lived here. Mom... Warren... OMG! WTF!” She slaps her hands to her open mouth, then her eyes ping-pong between us, noticing that my cock is out and erect. She spins on her heels and stomps away in horror, slamming her door closed. "WTF!"

Mindy hurls the soapy washcloth at me, splatting it across my chest. "Get out! Put that thing away and get the hell out!" She breaks into a sob.

It didn't take long for Lewis to hear that something big went down. When he found out through Tonya what it was, he was livid. His protectiveness of his mother far outweighed our friendship, which he severed immediately. He threatened to report me to the police and to my employer for all of the shit I had been up to there, so I had to abandon my **** plans and quit at my first opportunity.

The End (Impersonal Trainer)

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