Home.

As they walked back to the car, Natalie looked at her curiously. "So you really got it, huh?"

Naomi tried to sound casual. "Yep."

Naomi had described this to her girlfriend before. Natalie had always regarded it as a cute quirk that her girlfriend believed in this "family curse". Supposedly, every few generations a woman in her family line would have a permanent mental break. It usually resulted in them being locked away and forgotten about, but the scant details passed down suggested it was some kind of "monomaniacal religious fervor". She had explained this several times to Natalie, who did a passable job of pretending to take it seriously. Now she wished she had paid more attention.

"And you you've got it for me," Natalie said as she started the engine.

"Yep," Naomi said. She didn't want to make it weird. Natalie was open-minded and trusting enough to take her anxiety seriously even if she didn't believe it was warranted. They had talked about it, gone through scenarios, made plans. All of that had flown out of her mind the second Davin touched her - it wouldn't help her serve him, so she just forgot about it. Now it was coming back.

"So are you like my **** or something now? Do you still have free will?" Natalie asked suddenly at a red light. Naomi noticed a bit of eagerness in her voice.

"Yeah, I think so. It's really weird and hard to describe. For a few hours, I just knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that my entire purpose was to make Davin's life better. I hardly thought about you, or school, or anything else. All of my brainpower was focused on how I could best serve Davin."

"Doesn't sound like you have free will," Natalie mused. "So you have to do whatever I say?"

"Mostly, I think. I mean, I have to do what's best for you and you typically know what's best. But I think if you asked me to do something harmful to you, I wouldn't be able to. Or if I knew it was a bad decision that would have negative consequences. It's not what you want or what you say - it's what's best for you. The answer to every question is whatever will make you happier, healthier, or more successful."

Natalie's cheeks were flushed. Naomi reveled in the knowledge that this was clearly turning her on. "So if I told you to punch me right now, you wouldn't?"

"Nope," Naomi said immediately. "Besides, I know that's not what you want. I don't just follow orders - I do what you actually want, not what you say you want. For example, I know about one little fantasy you've had for years..."

Naomi reached across the gearshift to unzip Natalie's jeans. "I thought you said it wasn't safe?" Natalie said.

Naomi laughed. "That's bullshit. I just didn't want to." As she slid Natalie's panties down to reveal her bare vulva, something occurred to her. "I don't think I can lie to you anymore."

Natalie was breathing heavily now, concentrating on the highway in front of her. This had always been a fantasy of hers and now that it was about to happen, she didn't feel like conversation. "Well, you definitely can't lie with your tongue inside me. Now get to work."