Turns Out I've Got More Time Than I Thought

7:45 P.M.

All the soiled sheets and towels were drying.

All the bedrooms were re-organized and mopped.

My gems continue to come in strong as I wait for mom to come back to my loving embrace, and I quietly check it off on the Vita as I impatiently wait on my couch.

JESTER OF HUMILIATION
Sexually embarrass/humiliate at least 50 people within a day: COMPLETED. 50 GEMS AWARDED.
Sexually embarrass/humiliate at least 100 people within a day: 81/100. 50-GEM AWARD.

GEMS: 140/300

It's the hour, however, that really puts me on edge. Normally mom would've called by now... and Alice hadn't passed any messages on either, if she could keep her face out of Sophia's muff long enough to answer my questions. Something is wrong... and my relief is cautious when I finally get my mom's call on my new phone.

“Hello?”

“Hi honey,” my mom sighs on the other end over the din of a crowd, “is Alice with you?”

“No, she's... at a friend's house. Why, what's wrong? Where are you?”

“Oh, I’m at the airport.” What? “Nothing’s wrong, I just wanted... well, she's not picking up, but that's typical. Just please let her know that I'll be back next Saturday; I’m going going on the Quebec trip after all.”

Trip...? Quebec? I can only vaguely recall a conversation she may have brought up during one breakfast or another, after I already had the app. It was for work, right? “Quebec? Like, in Canada?”

“That’s right, David.”

“But didn’t you… say you weren’t going to-”

“Yes, dear, I changed my mind about not going. I... I think it will make for a nice little vacation, along with making the board happy.” The conversation returns to me in larger chunks as she talks. She told us how she would never go on a trip for that long and for so stupid a reason. What changed?

We changed. “Is this because of... yesterday?”

“Oh, no sweetie- ah!” She squeaks as something happens... something that makes her voice quiver. I can't see her, but that sound, that sudden reaction to my question...

She lied. She lied and so she just squirted in public. She was the sort to wear business pants, but that just means there's a growing, darkening patch in her crotch now.

“Oh, sweetie, I've just been under a lot of stress lately, and... well, this should be much more relaxed than my usual. I'll bring you and Alice something nice, so take care of yourselves and of the house while I'm gone-”

“Don't you have to pack first?” I suddenly offer, **** to find some excuse to get her back here, to finish what I started-

“I packed in the morning, all set. Sorry I didn't call about it earlier... it's just been so hectic at the office with everyone getting so distracted and- aah!” She suddenly moans on the other end of the line as she begins cursing under her breath. Another lie, then. What’s the actual reason she tell us earlier, then? To avoid my interference? To avoid me begging her not to? “Oh God, I'm...”

It's been scratching at the back of my head, her hesitation, her guilt... and now she just wants to put distance between us, doesn't she? She thinks that will help... that she'll get over the sensations and feelings I've put in her.

She's fleeing from me and she just doesn't know it. “Mom, it's OK for you to stay home. We can wor-”

“I have to go, my flight's getting called and I... oh God, I have to go, love you, bye!”

The call ends... along with my hopes for the evening. If I drove to the airport straight away I still would not make it in time unless the flight got delayed...

A week... that's what she had said before, right? A full week of working on some foreign contract. No, more than a week if she’s coming back next Saturday.

I grimace as bitterness surges in my heart. I've been denied my ultimate prize, the apple of my eye since my first adolescent stirrings... and while I'd eventually have Alice (once she got bored of Sophia; fat chance of that happening tonight), the only visitor I might trust to show before morning was Dr. Sinclair... if she even needed to, so soon. My hands numbly maneuver through the app menus as I try to cope with what’s transpired, with the flight of my mother away from my overt efforts… and my need to forget what that means and instead sink into an evening of debauchery.

The world has long-since finished one full rotation with Ms. Lia's viral video on it, and the numbers (and money) pouring in reflect that. If I don’t spend my gems before the next new achievements hit, I could possibly lose gems upon hitting my max... and now that my original plans were ruined, I can see no solution but to go and find new plans to make.

But with who? I could go to Ms. Lia's and insert myself into that scene, but I'd rather give Alice the freedom I said I would. My other Girls, then? I promised not to mess with Donna’s mind anymore, the price for Peppernickel’s silence. The faculty I recruited are far less accessible (or useful) with school being out. My sex therapist has a phone number, though whether or not she answers it at this hour… hmm.

That left Maria Chan, a Girl customized out of necessity, my other diner conquests... and the girls of the neighborhood. I'm not goin to call Leona back, not after all her hard work to get away. But none of the latter entice me or, like Mrs. Parker, have too much baggage to permit enticement. Belle, the author from the diner, has some weird, quasi-magical customizations, but not too much to actually get laid by. Conversely, Diwa... well, with this many gems, I could probably buy every option she had... and what sort of sex pet would she become if I did?

But as I contemplate my free-range sex menagerie, the doorbell rings.

Alice- no, she’s got a key, idiot. So who could it be? Did I unconsciously hit one of the summon hotkeys? Am I being robbed? Cautiously I descend the stairs while checking my Vita, and sure enough my visitor is female... even familiar to me. I just wasn't expecting her visit, not here and now.