She didn't know... it was you

"MAX!" she yelled over the phone. Oh no.

Had she been aware during your... exploration of her body? You looked at the list of the people who wrote down and swallowed. Perhaps you should just burn the book.

"Louisa..." you spat out hesitantly.

"Max... I'm sorry... I don't know why I called you." Huh? You were confused. Did the book wipe her memory or something?

"Louisa, you okay? you say lightly.

"I... can I tell you something weird?" you agree quickly and she says, "You're my boyfriend. Don't judge me on this, or get a boner either! I..."

she was very hesitant to say what was on her mind. You were worried, a bit. Did she know? Is she okay, was probably a better question.

"Fuck it! I'll just say it. Last night I was doing my homework when I... it sounds ridiculous, but I lost control of my body. Literally, It was like someone was controlling me. Some weird possession or body swap Freaky Friday shit, except I was stuck in my head. It was like I was watching a movie where I could feel everything. I couldn't stop myself!"

You laughed into the phone. Of course you knew, but you said, "Yeah right!"

"I'm being for real! You have to believe me." She said sadly. You decided to give her the benefit of the doubt and said, "Oh yeah? What did they do in your body?"

"..."

"Louisa?"

"I heard you. Something not nice...." she was silent. "This stays between us?" You affirmed your allegiance to her, and she said, quietly... "Masturbated. They masturbated to two separate orgasms in my body. It was absolutely disgusting and no matter what I couldn't stop it. I was **** to ride out two orgasms while stuck in my head."

"Sounds like you had a bad dream..." you said, confidently. She didn't know it was you, but she was aware!

"I swear it was real. They spanked me, played with my boobs, my vagina, I'm so sore, my ass hurts! Max. The weirdo put something inside my ass! My leggings are soaking wet with my own... juice!"

You couldn't help but laugh. It was extraordinary cruel but... god... was this book doing something to you? This isn't like you!

"I'm sorry, Louisa. That sounds horrible."

Do you tell her? Hang up and experiment on the book more? Or help her more?