Walter as Alison; licking up the evidence

'Alison' turns her attention back to me, a playful smirk on her face. "You know, Tim, I never thought I'd be saying this, but you look absolutely delicious down there."

I pulse gently, acknowledging her words, still unable to speak.

She leans down, her voice dropping to a taunting whisper. "Too bad you won't get to enjoy the main event with me and the boys. It's going to be quite the wild ride."

With that, she reaches for the iBod device, inputting a few commands. Suddenly, I feel a strange sensation, and my body begins to tingle. 'Alison' grins wickedly as she gives me back my voice, if only for a moment.

"Dad, what are you—" I start to ask, but she cuts me off.

"I'm just tidying up a bit," she says, her voice laced with malice. "You see, Tim, I never liked the idea of sharing you with those jocks. It's more fun this way."

Before I can protest, she uses the mute function on the iBod again. Panic surges through me as I realize what's happening.

Dad, no! What are you doing? I cry out mentally.

'Alison' chuckles softly, a sound that sends a chill down my nonexistent spine. "Don't worry, Tim. It's for the best. Besides, I've always wanted to taste you like this."

And with that, she leans down and slowly licks up what remains of me, her tongue savoring every last drop. The sensation is indescribable, a mix of pleasure and terror as I feel myself being consumed.

As my consciousness fades, the last thing I see is 'Alison' standing up, a satisfied smile on her face as she prepares to greet the football team at the door.