THE NEW COACH CHAPTER 40 (Scott’s PoV)

Scott’s PoV:

“Mrs. Anjali, could you hear me?”

The bound Indian MILF nodded.

“Can you tell me your name?”

“Anjali. Anjali Mo – Anjali Rai.”

I noticed the stutter in her answer. Did she slip up and want to give another answer?

“What do you feel when I call you Bitch or Slut?”

“How dare you insult me, young man? Did your mother not teach you about respecting women?” Mrs. Anjali barked.

Her common sense seemed to return to normal.

“Do you remember our conversation in the cafe? Do you still have the desire to hunt younger men and have sex with them?”

She paused. Her expression shifted from anger to disbelief, and then to horror quickly. “Oh my God, what did I do?” The Indian middle-aged lady muttered in horror. Her voice was shaken.

I had been in her position before; I know the feeling when I broke free from the influence of mind control and remembered all the horrible things I did when I was under a mind control influence.

“It’s okay, Mrs. Anjali, you didn’t do that willingly. You are under the influence of a vile mind controller. If there is someone to blame, it is the mind controller.” I tried to console her and calm her down

“Yes, that bastard is the one to blame.” She ground her teeth in anger.

“So, can you tell me about that bastard? Do you remember who mind-controlled you? Was it a muscular black man named Darel Lebron?”

“Darel Lebron? Who’s that? It was a muscular black man, but his name is Daren Brown. He was trying to get close to my daughter first; I thought it was weird when my daughter suddenly brought back a boyfriend who was years older than her. I was against him at first, but then somehow the more he spoke, the more I agreed with him on various stuff. Something like I agreed with him that I’m a lousy cougar who wants to have sex as much as possible with men younger than me. It’s horrible. Oh no, He still had my daughter under his influence!” Mrs. Anjali recalled her meeting with the man that mind controlled her.

The story she told was consistent with the one that Astrid told me. It seemed that Coach Darel used the name Daren Brown to avoid the police.

“I want to call the police to save my daughter. Please call the police for me.”

“No, we can’t call the police. At least not now. Not until we save your daughter. We don’t know what he would do to your daughter when we call the police on him,” Astrid interjected.

I agreed with Astrid. There’s nothing more I want than to put that bastard in prison. Unfortunately, we couldn’t call the police right now. Especially not until I know what Caleb did in prison and his reason for trying to arrest his brother. It was a damned situation where trying to solve things hastily might lead to bigger problems later if I wasn't careful.

“Yes, I think we need to save your daughter first, Mrs. Anjali. Calling the police right now isn’t wise.”

Mrs. Anjali wanted to argue; she opened her mouth, but then closed it again, then opened it again. “...Fine, you know better than me in this matter; I will follow your plan.”

I let out a breath of relief; thankfully, we didn’t need to have a pointless argument.

“Hey, Scott, can we release Mrs. Anjali from the chair? She seems to be fine and free from the brainwashing effect,” Astrid asked.

I looked at Mrs. Anjali. She had answered the question normally, and it didn’t seem that she was still under the mind-control influence, given how angry she was at the bastard who mind-controlled her. It would be fine to free her, I guess.

After a moment, I nodded and let Astrid free the older woman. Astrid hugged Mrs. Anjali after she freed her. At first, I didn’t think the two looked similar, but when the two were so close together, I couldn’t help but see a glimpse of resemblance between the two of them; they looked like a mother and daughter. I might just be overthinking it.

Astrid released her embrace after a moment.

“So, what should I do next? Should I go home and act as a spy?” The middle-aged Indian lady asked.

“Absolutely not.” I forbade her from going home. She would just be mind-controlled again, and the entire effort would be a waste. I recalled how Agent Hannah told Raven to act as a spy, and it didn’t go well.

“I would arrange a place for you to live temporarily until we can deal with the mind controller,” Astrid said to Mrs. Anjali.

“Let me bring Mrs. Anjali to rest first, then we will talk. Let’s go inside.”

Astrid guided us to the living room. I stayed there while Astrid brought Mrs. Anjali away to rest in her bedroom. After a few moments, Astrid finally returned with a document folder in hand.

“This is further information regarding Winona Mackey.”

I opened the folder and read the paper. It contained a detailed profile of Winona, her education history, her employment history, etc. But the document still left her address unmentioned.

Honestly, looking at her profile, there was nothing special about her. Single mom, bar owner. Maybe only the last thing was a bit special: suspected of having a connection to some shady business.

Why did Aunt Gail want me to contact a woman with a suspicious background like this? How could she help us?

Astrid drove me back to Josephina’s place. She had promised me the rest of the information regarding Winona after I saved Mrs. Anjali’s daughter. Darel would probably be alarmed when he realized that Mrs. Anjali didn’t come back, so the danger level and difficulty of saving Mrs. Anjali’s daughter would increase.

The home smelled musky; it wasn’t the smell of someone masturbating, but sex, the smell of cum mixed with pussy juice. I had become familiar with that kind of smell after having sex with her several times. Did Josephina have sex with someone else? I refuse to believe it; Josephina was mine, and more importantly, she wasn’t that kind of slut.

Speak of the devil, I saw Josephina walking out of the bathroom with just a towel wrapped around her body. Unfortunately, her smell had been washed away by soap, and I couldn’t tell whether she was really having sex or not when I was away.

“Oh, Scott. Are you back already?” Josephina greeted.

I nodded silently. I hadn’t focused on Josephina but on the room, looking for clues as to whether my suspicion was correct or not.

“Let me get dressed real quick, and you can share your story with me.” Josephina walked away from the room.

I didn’t know whether it was fortunate or unfortunate that I didn’t find anything that looked unusual aside from the lingering musky smell.

A few minutes later, Josephina returned. She dressed casually, unlike the bold clothes she had been wearing lately to tease me. Right now, she was dressed in a more covered, casual long-sleeved blouse and slacks.

“Josephina, have you been having sex with other men when I was away?” I bluntly asked her.

Josephina chuckled, “You flatter me, Scott. Who would go all the way here just to have sex with an old woman like me? It’s just lingering smell after I masturbate. Blame the one who awakened passion within this old woman again.”

Am I just overthinking it? Her reasoning sounded reasonable, but what if there was a person who would just do that?

“Rather than worrying about me, you can tell me about your day with Astrid; I want to hear your heroic deed,” Josephina added.

Heroic deed? It’s nice to hear that term. I put the matter about the musky smell in the back of my mind, and then told Josephina about what happened in the cafe with Mrs. Anjali and Mrs. Saito, and then what we did back in Astrid’s place.

“Would you like me to get a big implant, Scott? Don’t you think I would be sexier if I had big pornstar tits?”

Josephina's sudden question caught me off guard.

“What did you say?”

“Do you want me to get a big tits implant, Scott? It’s a reward for your success.”

Josephina framed it as a reward, but I felt there was something wrong with Josephina.

To be continued.

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