She joins him for breakfast

As Vanessa walked out of the bathroom, she noticed how the scent of sizzling bacon and eggs filled the air. It was making her stomach rumble in anticipation. She walked towards the kitchen and spotted Tori's stepfather standing over a stove, his back turned towards her. As Vanessa approached him, she noticed the bacon sizzling in the pan on the stove. The smell was intoxicating and she couldn't help but feel grateful that he was making breakfast for her. She cleared her throat to get his attention.

"Why don't we make a fresh start. Good morning. My name is Vanessa. Thank you for letting me stay over. What is your name?"

Tori's stepdad turned around, surprised at her sudden appearance. He seemed a bit flustered, but quickly regained his composure. "Oh, hey there, Vanessa. I'm, uh, Michael. It's nice to meet you. I hope you like what I've made. Breakfast is served."

Vanessa smiled and walked up to the stove, her stomach growling in anticipation.

"This smells amazing. Thank you, Michael," she said as she took a seat at the kitchen table. As she waited for her food, she couldn't help but admire how well-kept the kitchen was.

He chuckled softly, "Don't mention it. I just hope you like it." He turned back to the stove and expertly scrambled the eggs, making them just the perfect consistency. The bacon sizzled as he added a few more slices to the pan. He glanced over his shoulder at her and smiled.

"You seem to be quite the cook. I'm sure I'll love it." Vanessa said, returning his smile. As he finished cooking, he transferred the eggs, bacon, and some toast onto a plate and brought it over to the table. He pulled out a chair and they sat down together.

"Dig in."

Vanessa dug in, savoring the delicious breakfast. The bacon was perfectly crispy, the eggs fluffy and flavorful, and the toast was warm and buttery. "This is amazing, Michael. Thank you so much for cooking for me", she said between bites.

He chuckled, "Don't mention it. I'm just glad you're enjoying it." As they finished their breakfast, Vanessa noticed how comfortable and inviting the kitchen was.

"This kitchen is really nice. Did you decorate it yourself?" she asked, glancing around.

Michael nodded. "Yes, I did. Well, together with Tori's mother."

"It looks great. I love the color scheme." Vanessa said, admiring the neutral tones and pops of color in the decor. Michael beamed with pride. "Thank you. We worked hard to get it just right. By the way, that's her bathrobe you're wearing."

Vanessa laughed, "Oh, I didn't realize. It's very soft and comfy." Michael smiled. "She loved that robe. And she also liked to eat scrambled eggs and bacon for breakfast." Vanessa looked at the plate in front of her and nodded.

"Well, it seems like we have something in common. I love scrambled eggs and bacon too." Michael chuckled. "Oh, you have much in common with her."

Vanessa looked up at him, curious. "Really? What else do we have in common?"

Michael hesitated for a moment before answering. Vanessa noticed Michael's gaze lingering on her cleavage, which had become slighly visibly as the robe's knot had become undone with Vanessa noticing. Vanessa looked down at herself. "Oh."

She suddenly remembered why she was here in the first place. He looked away quickly, clearing his throat. "Um, well, I think we should probably talk about you dropping the charges. I promise I will behave from now on."

Vanessa considered. This was Tori's stepdad after all. Should she just let him off the hook? Or was this some serial molester that should be locked away to protect other women as well. Other women? Vanessa suddenly remembered something Michael had said about other women who had ordered large size bras.

"Let's get one thing straight", she said to Michael, "you mentioned other people who ordered big bras were... uh... ugly. Have you done this a lot?"

Michael's eyes widened in surprise at her question. "Um, well, no. Not really. Well, a couple of times", he said, clearly uncomfortable. "But to answer your question, I've never **** anyone into anything. Before you, that is. You were the first one I paid a second visit to."

"I see," Vanessa said, her voice steady despite the unease settling in her stomach. "And what exactly did you do to these other women? Just look at their bra size or... you know... do what you did to mine?"

Michael shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "Most of the time just look... These parcels are supposed to be discreet, but at same point I learned to tell them apart from the rest. I couldn't help but open them and check out the bras women were ordering. I imagined their huge boobs in those huge bras... and well... at some point I started breaking the rule of leaving the parcel to the door and started delivering them personally to check out the women... but like I said, until I met you, they weren't worth the risk." Michael's confession sent a shiver down Vanessa's spine. She couldn't believe he had the audacity to not only objectify women based on their bra size but also invade their privacy by opening their deliveries.

"Wow," Vanessa said, her voice flat. "Just... wow. So you admit you're a creep who can't control himself around women with big boobs?"

Michael winced at her words. "I didn't mean it like that," he protested. "How long has this been going on?", Vanessa asked Michael in full kitchen shrink mode, which was appropriate she was literally in a kitchen and taken up to reading psychology textbooks. Michael looked at Vanessa, his eyes wide.

"I... I don't know. It started off as a harmless curiosity, but then it became an obsession. I'd say it's been going on for about three years now." He looks away, clearly ashamed of himself.

"Let me guess, it started after Tori's mom passed away?", Vanessa ventured.

Michael's eyes widened in surprise at her question. "How did you know?"

Vanessa shrugged. "It's just a guess." Vanessa had read about this kind of behavior, and was forming a theory. The primary feelings of grief and bitterness about his loss manifested as secondary feelings of misogyny and aggression. You could say that Michael's actions were a form of escapism, an outlet for his negative emotions. The more he engaged in this behavior, the more it became an addiction for him. He knew it was wrong but couldn't help himself.

"What was the name of Tori's mom?"

"Her name was Sarah," Michael replied, his voice barely above a whisper. As Vanessa listened to Michael's confession, she couldn't help but feel a mix of shock and sympathy for him. It was clear that his actions were deeply rooted in his personal struggles, and she knew they needed to address the core issue before they could move forward.

"And you said I remind you of her?"

Michael nodded slowly. "Yes, you do. You have the same smile, the same eyes, the same... you know, but bigger. When I first saw you, it was like seeing her again."

"I see," Vanessa said, trying to process this new information. It made sense now; Michael's attraction to her was more than just physical attraction. It was also a way for him to connect with someone who reminded him of his late wife.

"I am kinda intrigued. Do you have a picture of Sarah?", Vanessa asked, truly curious now. Michael looked around the kitchen, seemingly hesitant. "I... I don't have one here. But I have one in our bedroom."