Carrie checks in after closing again.

Tom stayed in his office for the next hour as he tried to regain his senses. The guilt of what he had done was eating him alive. When he went out, he began helping as he normally did, making coffees and cleaning up after patrons. When closing came, he cleaned and divvied up the tips. Carrie took her tip envelope and began to leave, but stopped and turned around.

"Sir, are you okay? You seem off today," the college girl said. Her outfit was as tight as yesterday, if not more-so. Tom shook his head.

"I... I may have done something dumb today, Carrie," he said with a sigh.

"I'm sure whatever you did, it wasn't that bad. You can tell me, if you want," she offered, taking another step closer to him and holding his hand. Tom looked down at her, seeing her big brown eyes sparkling in the LED lights of the office, and seeing her shirt struggle to keep her breasts covered.

"I accidentally threatened our landlady. And then I cheated on my wife. At the same time." He wasn't sure why he told her that, but it was out now.

"Cheated? How? Are you in love with Miss Billings?" Carrie asked, tilting her head to the side.

"No, but... she touched me... in the office..." he muttered. Carrie laughed.

"Oh, that's just sex! I thought it was something serious, Sir!" She playfully smacked his arm. "Sex is just fun! You should always be able to have fun with friends!" Tom's eyes widened again.

"What are you saying?" he asked.

"I think you should always be able to have fun with your friends, if you all want it. Like I wanted to last night." She smiled sweetly at him, as if there was no deeper thought going on behind her eyes.

"What you did last night was inappropriate, Carrie!" Tom said, remembering the night before. "You flashed me and... and tried to seduce me!"

"You don't like my titties, Sir?" She asked, pouting. "Would you like them better if I sucked your dick? I haven't done it before, but I practiced with a toy a lot last night!" her smile returned at that last statement. "I almost sent you a video of it."

"Stop, stop." She let go of his arm and took a step back. She looked distressed to Tom, like he had just broken her heart.

"Did I do something wrong, Sir?" she asked, tears welling up in her eyes. "I just wanted to make you happy. I... could tell you were feeling pent up, and I figured if Mrs. Calvin wasn't helping, I could until she was ready to."

Tom pinched the bridge of his nose with his finger and thumb. "You... you're viewing this like its a favor to me and my wife?" he asked.

"Oh no, not a favor. Just helping. You're so nice to me, making sure I have a job and I get my tips, I figured you deserved to be happy too. I know she'll come around soon," she said, bouncing from foot to foot. "And when she does, if she wants a three-way, I'm happy to join you."

Tom needed to take a breather. He wasn't sure what was going on. This was too much for him.

"How about, you let me help you now, and if on Thursday when I have my next shift you say you didn't like it, I'll never do it again. Would that make you happy Sir?"