Frank talk with Kaitlyn

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//Kaitlyn returns some mail. Kaitlyn's Loyalty path.

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Kaitlyn stands in the hall with some mail in her hands.

“Hello, neighbor. I think we got some of your mail,” she smiles weakly.

“Oh, thank you.” I take it, then immediately realize that it is only junk mail, none of it is even addressed to me. I glance up at her for an explanation.

“Okay, I lied. I wanted an excuse to come over.”

“Uh... sure. Come in.”

She walks inside and looks around. “No women over tonight? That’s unusual.”

“Fortunately one just showed up.” She smiles but does not flirt back. Her posture is stiff, making her seem uncomfortable and anxious. I step behind her and put my hands on her raised shoulders and press them down gently. She realizes what I’m doing and wills them to lower and relax.

“What’s bothering you?”

“Do you mind if we sit?”

“No, please...” I gesture to the couch, suddenly remembering that I am a host. “Can I make you a drink?”

“No, I’d better not. Thank you. I just want to talk for a bit while my husband is out.”

“I’m all ears... Wait—first...” I roll the ottoman in front of me. “...you sit on this and I’ll give you a massage while we talk.”

“Putting on the moves already?”

“I don’t know about that... The tension in your body looks uncomfortable. I can’t sit idly by.”

“If you insist.” She sits down and I scoot foreword to start in on her shoulders.

“Okay, tell me what has my neighbor hottie so tense.”

“Ah. Well, there is this thing that happened the other night...”

“Is it the thing where you got to fuck a stranger that you met a bar?”

“Yeah...oooohhhh—that feels good... And I told my husband a hot story about it.”

“And how did he like it?”

“Mmmmm.” Her shoulder muscles begin to loosen. “He fucking loved it.”

“Great! I’m looking forward to continuing the story.”

“We’ll see. I think he liked it too much.”

“How much is too much?”

“He wants to know every detail, and some of them I am still keeping a secret.”

“Like who this gentleman is?”

“Well, more about where he took me. What building he lives in...”

My hands stop.

“He wants to know where I live? Uh... should I be expecting him to attack me in a jealous rage?”

“Nothing like that... He wants me to keep filling the story in, so he can fantasize about the details. When I told him that I walked home with jizz on my face, he got really excited. He wants to know where the guy lived so he would know what path I took, which intersections I crossed, how many people noticed, how many didn’t notice... I think we unlocked a whole new fetish for him.”

“Nice! Let’s help him out with that.”

She reaches back and swats my hand. “You keep massaging.”

I resume working up her neck. Her head lolls as she lets my hands take over. I whisper just behind her ear. “That could easily become my fetish after a few months of doing it....”

She laughs. “Eh...I could imagine it being hot, sure. But I have a different concern. Every time he begs for more details, it makes it harder to not tell him an outright lie. I’m fudging the truth already and I’m afraid that if I start completely lying then it’s going to be a web of lies in no time... I feel like I already screwed up, and my guilt is showing through.”

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