Confess

I took a deep breath and nodded my head. "I'm sorry... I shouldn't have looked..." I took a step back and waited for his response.

He looked confused and conflicted, shutting the laptop and running his hand through his hair... After a moment he groaned out "'ow much you see? ...what did you see?"

Feeling a little hot and bothered by the video, I tried to **** myself to sound calm "I skimmed through a prison **** video..."

"Ye'r prolly thinkin' I'm'a right perve now..." he groaned out "Ken hardly be blamin' ya..." I took a deep breath, he seemed so depressed. I wasn't sure what to do. He suddenly spoke again. "Ifen you still wan me to look at yer ac, I can do it next week..."

I nodded, feeling SUPER awkward about the situation. "That's fine." I started heading for the door, feeling caught, embarrassed, and sad for the creepy old man. No mater how bad I was feeling, I was sure he was feeling worse. At the door I stopped and made sure it was locked. My hands trembled slightly.

He groaned, this time sounding annoyed and forceful "Something on your mind?"

My mind raced, was this such a bright idea? I could probably still get out of this... I turned to him, making sure my chest stood out as much as possible. "It's nothing... you just catch me at a disadvantage that's all."

He stood up, glaring, a hard-on clearly in his pants... was I really checking him out? Why did it seem like I was more turned on than scared? His words interrupted my flood of thoughts. "What are ya tryin' to drive at?" He hissed, walking over towards me. This was it, probably my last chance to talk my way out of this, but before I could respond he grabbed me by the chin and lowered himself down. Whispering in my ear, "Ifen ya want to stop at any time say 'butterscotch,' shake yer 'ead no now if I've no missred ya..." With that he moved his hand from my chin down to my neck, more caressing it menacingly than holding me. I stared into his piercing blue eyes.