Next Person

Courtney rinsed with mouthwash, brushed her teeth, and took the longest shower of her life. She put on a robe then went to clean up the empty beer bottles.

As she was in her living room, her doorbell rang. She looked through the peephole and was relieved to see it was not one of the horny assholes from earlier. It as an average looking middle aged man in jeans and a t-shirt. She latched the door and cracked it open. "Yes?"

"I'm Chad's father. Did you give my son and his friends ****?"

"Um...I..."

"I'll take that as a 'yes,' and did you have sex with them?"

"Look, this is none of your business," said Courtney. Her hand was on the edge of the door with her fingers on the outside. "I just want to be left alone."

"Nice ring," said the man. "Showing it off to me?"

"No. Now can you just..."

"Let me in, and we'll talk about this."

Courtney closed the door and unlatched it. She opened it and stood aside.

The man walked in. He saw the boxes and boxes of condoms. "Good lord. How long does it take you to go through that many condoms?"

"I bought them because....Look, I didn't want to. Those boys were 18 or older right?"

"Tell me why you have so many condoms."

"Chad told me to buy out the store when he sent me shopping." OH NO! thought Courtney. She was mindlessly obeying again.

"You just did because he told you to?"

Since that was a question and not a command, Courtney could lie. "No."

"So tell me again why did you buy them?"

"He told me to."

"Do you do whatever your told?"

"No."

"Did you give those boys beer?"

Courtney realized she had not had time to clean up the beer bottles, and there were four open bottles on her coffee table. She tried to think of a way out of this.

"Ever since Chad's mom and I divorced, we've tried our best to make sure he did not lash out or express his frustration at the divorce with activities like this, and yes, he's 18, but it doesn't help to have cougars like you preying on young men in our neighborhood."

"Can you just leave," said Courtney.

"Not until we discuss this. Offer me a beer, since you seem passing them out to male guest is how you get laid."

Courtney swallowed hard and went to the kitchen to get this man a beer. She did not even know his name. She came back and handed him the beer.

"Damn, you are ****, aren't you?" he asked.

Courtney tried to glare at him, but she was scared he would soon figure out she had to obey him.