I fucked up.

“Well?” she asked. I blinked away the choice, still considering.

“Sorry, what?”

“Anything else happen? I need to know if there’s anything else we should be on the lookout for. What did you eat? Anything you did before, or after. Walk me through your day from when you left yesterday to when you came in today.”

“Uh…that’s private.”

“I need to know.”

“This’ll be kept private?”

“Unless you’re dealing with the Joker, or something.”

“Promise me,” I pleaded.

“I promise.” +1 SP (Penelope -19).

“Okay, fine.” I told her about dinner. Then I considered it. I was clinical. Precise. “Then I met up with two women I know, we had sex. I then proceeded to the meeting with the Foundation.”

She blinked at that. “Uh…did you use a condom?”

“No. They’re on birth control.”

“What about STDs?”

“We have a tester. We were all clean.”

She shifted slightly, awkwardly. Then nodded. “I heard about the encounter with Jinx. What next?”

“I went to visit a friend, as I didn’t feel like being alone. We had sex, then I slept. She woke me up with a blowjob, we had an awkward conversation and then I came to work. Chief Boles had me come directly to her and sent me to you.”

“And you didn’t sleep with anyone else on the way?” she joked.

“No.”

“Well, you can see how I would ask. Two women in one day.”

“Three.”

“What?”

“The friend whose house I stayed at wasn’t one of the ones involved in the threesome.”

Which was a mistake. I knew she wouldn’t take being contradicted well, though even with the app, she didn't try to argue that she had to be right and it had to be two, not three, instead, she went a different, but equally crazy route. “Well, it was a reasonable supposition. How was I supposed to know you were such a slut you were sleeping with three women!”

I gave her a flat look.

“Where do men like you even find whores like that? Or were they prostitutes? That would explain why they had STD testers and--”

I snapped to my feet, looming over her, anger visible in every line of my, mostly naked body. She flinched back and my cock throbbed. I slammed its size up so it was even more visible through my boxers. “Doctor Young, you asked to hear about my personal life. If you can’t handle that, you should not have asked. I am going to go file a formal complaint with HR unless you apologize right fucking now.”

I turned around, and grabbed my clothes, shrinking my cock back down to its ordinary size as I decided to go with Dumb Muscle so I could show her what she was missing sooner rather than later…only to freeze internally. Wasn’t that what Asa was worried about? What was I becoming?

“I”m sorry. That was inappropriate,” she said, clearly seeing how insane her response had been, and uncertain why she had had such an absurd overreaction. Give her this, her response was remarkably fast given her obvious confusion. +10 SP (Penelope: -10)

Shit. The challenge locked out.

Well, I guess I’d have to go after the SP gains I could get. I turned around, still holding the clothes I hadn’t put on. “Indeed, it was. You’re the smartest person here. So what was that about?”

“I…uh…” she stammered as the challenge had made her react like a lunatic.

“Are you saying you don’t know? You’re the psychologist! Explain this, so I know it won’t happen again!”