Remorse, Act II

You were on your knees. Carrie tapped her foot, looking down at you.

"Well, I finally got to the bottom of it. So let's start fresh, hm? I'm Carrie, nice to meet you. And if you answer a single fucking question dishonestly, I will walk out and never return. So what's your name, sweetie?"

"Ummm ... John Putnam Jr."

"Have you ever gone by any other name?" You swallowed and fidgeted.

"I liked to be called Joan when I was young. Mom would call me Joanie." Carrie nodded curtly.

"Who was your first relationship with?"

"My best friend ... Marco."

She "Last name?"

"Gutierrez." Carrie jotted that down.

"Tell me about him."

"He was kind. Dorky. Liked to play video games. He hit puberty first. So he'd show it to me when it got stiff. He had a beautiful cock. Big, brown, uncut. I started sucking him off. Then after awhile he thought we should start having sex."

"Who else knew?"

"Just my mom. It was our little secret. Ummm..." You paused. Carrie gestured for you to continue. "I told mom I wanted to be Joanie for him. Full time. She was pregnant with Chad at the time, but maybe we could look into it after she gave birth."

"Which never happened." You nodded. " Was Marco the only man you ever were with?" You nodded again.

"How many women have you been with?" You blushed.

"You're the only woman I've ever dated or been with."

"So in 31 years, you've fucked pussy..."

"Twice." She smirked just a little. Then she turned serious.

"Was any of this real? Did you ever love me?" Your eyes welled up.

"Yes," you said, your breath growing ragged. "But ... I knew I couldn't keep up. You're like the sun - if I get to close, the more likely I burn. The closer we got, the more I wanted to be cucked. The more I wanted to be a complete third wheel - your bestie, your maid, your secretary, anything to be in your orbit but not burning up. And then I thought who better than dad - a true alpha bull? It was dumb, real dumb. Because the closer you get to him, the more you remind me of mom, the more I remember of the good days with mom. And I try to focus on the pure fun of cucking ... but now that the wound is so open and raw I miss Mommy ... I miss her so much. And I'm so sorry for dragging you into this." You started bawling as Carrie pulled you up onto her lap, stroking your hair and cooing into your ear. Her phone buzzed.

Daddy: Are you coming home soon Barbie? I'm really not doing well.

Well shit, Carrie thought. Two people, both hours away from each other, one **** and somewhere on the LGBT spectrum, and one an addict on the brink of relapse. What to do?