I tell him to take another video

“Wait,” I say before he has a chance to say anything else or press any buttons on the phone. “Take another video.”

“Okay,” Mr. Abraham says. He holds the phone up and steps back. I assume he’s trying to get my whole body in the shot. “Alright. Action.”

“What did you think of what just happened, Mr. Abraham?” I ask, using a cuter voice while I’m being recorded. I even use a cute pose, with one of my legs crossed in front of the other, my arms straight and my hands clutching at the pillow still hovering over my lower body. “You know, with a former student of yours entering your house and becoming… this?” I ask, holding my hand out to my side.

Mr. Abraham takes a bit to think of an answer. He takes a deep breath and slowly exhales it. Looking straight into my eyes, he says, “Honestly, I was ready to reprimand Charles when he came in unannounced and without permission, but now knowing it was probably my fault for leaving the door unlocked, his intrusion was not his responsibility. But him taking out a Pink pill and becoming a smoking hot, young lady, I reconsidered punishing him.” He steps forward, closing the distance between him and me. On the camera, I assume it’s only my face and my upper body in the shot. “Charlene. What are you thinking right now?”

“When you started touching me, pulling my thong aside and fingering me, I was shocked at first. Now, I’m thinking I shouldn’t have sat up so soon,” I tell him. “And yes, I was awake the whole time. I loved every second of it.”

He chuckles. “Oh yeah? You don’t think it’s weird or creepy that some old teacher of yours was touching you?”

“Not at all. In fact, I’d like him to touch me some more. Or I can make it even and touch him in return,” I say.

"You can do whatever you like, Charlene," he replies.