“I feel taken advantage of.”

I guilt her. Part of me intends it as a joke, but as I say it, I sense power in exploiting Mindy's vulnerability.

Mindy pinches her eyes closed, unhappy that I am confirming her nascent fears. “Crap! We were doing the puzzle, then...you just got me so flustered... I didn’t know what I was doing...”

“Uh—You pinned me down and were grinding on me until my cock...”

“I know what happened!” She said, cutting me off a little too sharply. Her momentary scowl reminding me of Victoria again, giving me a tiny flare up.

"I wanted to stop you, but... it also felt so good... You have some surprising skills." Her mouth twists at that. Normally she might take that as a complement, but not under these circumstances.

“I’m sorry... I’m just... I’m old enough to be your mother, you know? I’m the one that should know better.” She stares out of the dark window. A fresh, pained look gradually spreads across her face. Her voice starts to crack, “Gah! I wasn’t even thinking of Lewis.” Her eyes water as a newfound fear crystalizes. “You have been his best friend in the whole world...” She chokes something back. “What a h-horrible thing it would be...for his own mother to ruin...because she couldn’t control her own fantasies.” That part gets my attention.

I feel cruel letting her spin-out like this, but I’m also too fascinated to stop her. Somewhere deep in the shadows of my mind, I am seeing Victoria in this position, her vulnerabilities laid out before me, ready to be broken. My cock lurches upward. Mindy blinks away her tears, then looks me head-on, with wavering eyes. “Please tell me that you and Lewis can still be friends...and whatever happened between us here stays just between us.”

I hesitate. After all I’ve done to help her, am I really going to use her fear to my advantage? I decide to punt, knowing full well it is going to keep her on edge. “I need time to think... I am going to see Lewis tomorrow. I guess we will know then.”

Mindy dips her head, looking wrung-out from the ups and downs of the day. “Okay... Okay.” she says quietly, resigning herself to having to wait for any kind of resolution. “I’m going to clean myself up, then I’ll be back.” She gets up and walks to her room on unsteady legs. I watch her go, then head to Tonya’s bathroom.