A small kindness

As you make your way downtown, you look back in the rearview mirror a few times, drawn to that defeated and miserable look on her face. Finally, you sigh and pick up the stone.

"Okay," you say, "here's what I'm going to do. I'm going to let you be attracted to your wife again. In fact, you're so attracted to her, you can barely keep your clothes on around her. She's the only woman who can make you cum."

Ellen looks up at you. "Really?" she ask.

"Really," you respond. "Go ahead and think of your wife." She closes her eyes and after a second, she bites her lower lip and lets out a stifled moan. She then opens her eyes and looks at you.

"Thank you," she says. Then after another moment, "But you're still a monster."

"I suppose," you respond. "But I'm not done yet. Your wife is the only woman you're attracted to, and you're the only one she's attracted to. I want that kid growing up in a home with two parents. But you also feel the same way about me as you have been. Those stipulations haven't changed."

"How do I explain being pregnant?" she ask with a hint of desperation in her voice.

"She's not allowed to ask," you say "once she finds out you're pregnant, she can be confused by it, but she can't ask any questions. She just has to roll with it."

"I suppose that's the best I can expect out of this situation," she says resignedly.

"Yep," you say and set the stone down. As you turn the corner, you see a drive through ATM.

"Hey," you say suddenly. "we're going to swing through here real quick. I need you to give me some money."

She looks at you incredulously. "Are you fucking serious!? after everything you've done to me, on top of that you want some money?"

"I have a date tonight," you respond plainly. "And I don't really make that much just being an assistant." You pick up the stone and look at her. "You know I can just make you give me like, all your money right?"

"Fine," she responds. As you pull up to the ATM She rolls her window down takes out her debit card. "How much do you want?"

"What's the ATM's limit?"you ask.

"$3, 000," she responds.

"That'll work," You say.

"God dammit," she mutters under her breath. She puts in her card, types in a few numbers, presses a couple of buttons, and then the money is dispensed. She takes her card back, sits back in the back seat and hands you the cash. "Happy?" she ask. As you take the cash, you grab onto her hand and run your thumb lightly over her fingers and around her palm. She bites her lip again and inhales sharply.

"I am now," you say as you let her go. You pull away from the ATM and get back on the main road. After a few minutes of driving, you pull up to the small town home the studio was letting Ellen and her wife temporarily stay in. You pull into the garage, turn the car off, get out, and walk around the passenger side. You open the door for Ellen and she steps out.

"So polite of you," she says sarcastically.

"Just doing my job," you respond cheerly. You smile to yourself, and feel the reassuring weight of the stone in your pocket. You look at her as she walks toward the door at the back of the garage leading to the interior of the house.

"Is your wife here?" you ask.

"No," she responds quickly, "she's running a little late. Thank God."

"Why do you say that?" you ask.

"Do you think I want you to meet her?" she ask, anger slipping into her voice.

"I wouldn't if I was you," you respond, smiling broader.

This could get interesting.