Just in time for Mr. Robinson to come home

"Sorry sweetie, but it's late already. I think Mr. Robinson is about to-" my sentence is interrupted by the door opening, making my unfinished sentence come true. Mr. Robinson is home already. Sarah's face turns pale.

"What? No way that much time passed..." but it had, and I could already hear Mr. Robinson whistle happily, clearly in a very good mood as he put down his work bag. Tears are starting to form in her eyes. "I have to go..." she says quietly, her body slumping slightly. I think it's a bit dramatic, but at least she loves spending time with me so much to have that kind of reaction just from having to leave me.

I'm exhausted, and I feel myself falling asleep already. As I drift off, I can just make out Mr. Robinson's voice, "I had a long day at work. Get on the table." He must have forgotten to say dinner, I chuckle to myself. Then he says, "And this is definitely going to end with another creampie," he says, referring to desert.

"Please, not again! Anything but that!" I hear Sarah beg. Apparently those creampies are harder work than I thought. Any further complaints are interrupted by the sound of the legs on the kitchen table scraping the floor as apparently the two of them are decided to rearrange the kitchen. I fall asleep to the rythmic scraping as they try to decide the best spot for the table to end up.

As has been normal for me during this time, I don't sleep very well. I was only a sleep for a few hours before groggily coming to. Checking the time, I realize how late it is and am surprised to see that Sarah still isn't in bed, especially considering how tired she has been today. I hear a loud, satisfied grunt, followed by a feminine whimper. "Damn girl, you are getting good at riding," I hear Mr. Robinson say. He must have found my Red Dead Redemption game and been teaching Sarah how to play.

"Can you not go inside, again?" I hear Sarah ask. They must be taking turns, since she is asking him not to go back into some building.

"Ha! No chance, Ginger Tits. It's way too much fun. Now go get yourself cleaned up. You're a mess." I hear him slap high thigh loudly, really getting into the cowboy game. I don't really understand how she could get so messy being at home all day, and as she enters the room, I try to see what he is talking about, but I'm way too groggy still. In fact, I'm so out of it, when she comes through on her way to the bathroom, it looks like she is wearing nothing but an old shirt of mine. No bra, no panties. That just straight up can't be true. The only 'mess' I see too, is some liquid on her legs. Well, only her inner thighs really, which doesn't make sense either. Unless she spilled something while making desert. I suppose those creampies might be really messy. No wonder she doesn't want to keep making them, even though Mr. Robinson clearly loves them.

I fall back asleep while she is in the bath, being awoken not too long later by Sarah, who finished her bath and is now wearing her pajamas. "Hey, sorry to wake you up. I just wanted to talk to you a bit," she says in a hushed voice.

"Sure, what's up?" I ask.

"Well, it's just Mr. Robinson. He has been so rough and demanding lately, I'm just not sure..."

"The only reason he is being so hard on you is because of the potential he sees in you," I tell her, repeating what older students used to tell me back in the day when he was my mentor.

"I'm not sure how much more I can take," she says, frowning.

"You can take more than you think," I assure her.

"But some of his demands..." she starts.

"Like the creampies?" I ask.

Her entire face freezes with shock. She shouldn't feel that bad for not sharing with me. "You know about that?!"

"Of course. And what's the harm, at his age?" It's not like he is trying to stay in shape or anything. Let the old guy have some extra desserts.

"If you say so," she says, unconvinced. We chat for a bit more before I find myself drifting off once more. Right before falling asleep, I see her check her phone. "Oh fuck, right now?" she exclaims. She must have forgotten a homework assignment because I hear her leave a few moments later. It's hard to stay asleep, and I drift into consciousness just long enough to see her pajamas neatly folded on the dresser and hear the movie coming from the living room. T must be a really brutal one, because I can hear the poor girl being choked, slapped, and hit over and over again before my eyes once more close.