Leave Dahlia with some tender words

You extract your dick from Dahlia's well seeded pussy, the wet slurping sound reverberating in the relatively silent forest edge around you. You’re coming back to earth and, none to excitedly, realizing that you just exhibitionistically railed a soon-to-be institutionalized college girl outdoors, and left your baby makers in her to boot.

Your eyes flip around, but you see nobody in the backyard area of Dahlia's home, or looking out of the commercial high-rises several blocks away. To be honest, the forest edge masked you from the bulk of potential onlookers, and you know that Dahlia's rented apartment is vacant on the second floor. The third and final floor is... completely dark, no one home. You probably should’ve been more careful… But…

"Mnm, nyah, it all, oh?" Speaking of nobody home, Dahlia babbles incoherently, and you really feel urgency that you need to extradite yourself from the situation ASAP. She’s completely unable to move herself, so you manipulate the brunette into a sitting position on the outdoor lawn chair. Are you really just gonna leave her here butt naked? "Sky…"

Dahlia stairs up into the heavens, drool escaping the corner of her lips. Yeah, you have to get the fuck out of Dodge. There’s shit to plant in the apartment, and even though you feel bad for her, you figure someone will come to Dahlia's aid faster out here than if you leave her in her apartment by herself. With knives and mirrors, or worse, commercial television...

You turn to leave but, to your shock and dismay, Dahlia calls out to you. Or rather tries to. "Wh- wh- wh..." she can’t get the words out beyond the first consonant, but you can tell she’s either asking where you're going or what you're doing.

You leave Dahlia with some tender words, stroking her hair and the side of her face almost apologetically. "Listen, beautiful. This is just amazing, magical. You were the best." Dahlia's expression goes from concern to a giddy smile, and she laughs in a high-pitched tilt. "So, just stay here for a little while. OK? Just… Just keep playing with your nice little slit and look up at the sky, and everything will be OK."

Dahlias mindbroken facial expression is almost heartbreaking, but she seems to understand those familiar words, and you’re incredibly relieved when her left hand drifts down to her spread legs, her fingers running over her battered and cum frothy pussy lips. She babble something as you reassure her, stepping away backwards like you would flee from a wild animal.

"That’s it, keep at that nice little slit. Look up at the sky."

You repeat this over and over, fumbling to get your pants up and slowly absconding. The evening gloom comes in heavy, the sun well past the horizon in the west. The murky darkness swallows up Dahlia's naked body and the lawn chair at the forest edge as you continue to put distance between the two of you. Finally, when she’s only a nondescript pale outline do you turn and book it back into the apartment to finish the sordid affair.

Snapping on gloves, you work quickly, shaking a little bit from the ordeal and blowtorched nerves. You plant more acid in Dahlia's room, an entire strip along with little baggies of single-sale acid blotters. You knock a few items over, especially near reflective surfaces, hoping to create an atmosphere of mental unrest... but not a criminal break-in or anything that would start an investigation. Dahlia already has weed and probably a bunch of other stuff, but you leave out an assortment of white powders that will incriminate Erin‘s enemy: 2CI and 2CB, a big bag of ketamine that you chop up into neat littler rows on the glass coffee table, you’re tempted to take a bump but hold back, and a few more gram bags of weed by Dahlia‘s bong.

All in all, when the police arrive in the morning, called by one of Dahlia‘s neighbors who spots The buck naked hippie staggering around the forest edge, they’re not sure what to think besides female **** dealer took too much of some bad stuff.

It’s a non-violent situation, and although Dahlia is initially handcuffed, she’s taken away in an ambulance instead of a police car. Obviously, you get this all from hearsay. You remain in self-preservation mode for the next day, taking as many earthly remedies as you can to combat the lingering hallucinogenic effects of the acid.