Carrie decides to get to know her new lover a bit better.

Carrie leaves a (very skimpy) trail of clothing along the stairs as she makes her way upward. She pauses at the top to let Troy pass, playfully grabbing at the front of his shorts as he does so. Troy returns the favor, trailing his fingers up her slit and finishing their journey by gently cupping her boob. He beckons her down the hallway silently.

Troy can't believe his luck. What even happened down there? He saw the whole story unfold in front of his eyes. He heard all of the words and he understood all of the words but he didn't understand why they happened.

Troy does not understand how a benign, mundane person like you could ever be willing to let go of a prize like Carrie. Look at her! Troy can see her now in the hallway mirror, walking just behind him; her breasts bounce with each step and the trail of her juices left by his roaming fingers shines on her stomach.

John WANTED this this to happen, huh? Troy chuckles slightly to himself as he opens the door to a study that overlooks the front of the property. Who am I to turn down an old friend? I really must have fucked him up in college.

Troy lets Carrie through the door, giving her ass a sharp slap as she walks by. She squeals gently, playfully, and hops faster into the middle of the room, then turns on her heel and toward him with an inviting look in her eyes.

Thank you, past Troy, for your history of transgressions and violations of your fellow man. Today, I reap the rewards of your hard work. Troy strolls over to the couch positioned at the far side of the room.

"So, what did little Johnny tell you about us that led to that little show?"