Look What You Made Me Do

Taylor is downstairs baking cookies in the middle of the night while you are asleep in your guys bed. A phone rings. She hears footsteps coming down the stairs and quickly turns around to see you standing in the entry way of the kitchen. "Hey Davey, is everything alright, lover?"

"No ... Tay. There was a guy on the phone who says he knows you ... he said that all he had to say was one word and you would remember him ..."

Taylor's face immediately turned pale and she swallowed hard, her hands trembling slightly as she tries to hold onto the spatula in her grip. She takes a deep breath before speaking. "Who is this person? Did he sound … dangerous? Babe … I'll handle this. Now, what did he say?"

"He just said MAGA and that he would be stopping by tomorrow ... Tay, I'm a liberal I don't want anything to do with those rough MAGA guys ... w w what do you think he wants?"

Taylor's eyes widened as she sat the spatula down on the counter with a clatter. She wrapped her arms around you, trying to offer some comfort and reassurance. Her voice was shaky as she spoke. "MAGA... that sounds like Mark. I got a long list of ex-lovers. They’ll tell you I’m … I really don't know what he wants, but I'll make sure he doesn't cause any trouble. Please, just calm down. I'll handle this, and you don't have to worry."

Taylor tried to comfort you in bed that night but you were too nervous to make love. Early the next morning there was a knock at the door and you peeked out the upstairs window. Standing on the porch was a 6'6" hard looking guy with broad shoulders and tats running up both muscular arms.

Taylor's heart raced as she heard the knock on the door, and she quickly put on a pair of shorts and a tank top before hurrying downstairs. She opened the door cautiously, her eyes widening in shock when she saw the imposing figure standing on the porch. Her brain raced, trying to process the situation. "Oh, um, hi... I mean, hello. Can I help you?" her voice quivering slightly.

"Babe I know you remember me.” Mark said as he smiled down at her. "That night in Florida after your concert, which Mr Trump enjoyed by the way, and after I chased away that young fellow you were with. You said it felt so patriotic as we drove around town with the huge American flag flying from the bed of my truck ... and even though you were a bit drunk I know you remember the things we did … in my truck that night. You even told me that strong men like Mr Trump made you so fuck’n horny. So … among other things … I’m here to give you some more reasons to jump on Mr Trump’s … cock and bull train.”

Taylor's face paled, and she felt her stomach drop as she remembered the night in Florida. She took a step back, glancing nervously at you before looking back at Mark. Her voice was steady, but her hands were shaking. "I don't know what you're talking about. I have a boyfriend now, and we support who we want to support. I don't need any 'reasons' from you to decide that. Please, just leave us alone."

You were standing timidly behind Taylor "Yes just leave us alone … p p please."

Mark just ignored you as he smiled at Taylor and said "Well I'll tell you what. If you can give me three better reasons to vote for the radical libtard Biden than I can give you to vote for Mr Trump, I will promise to change my ways and vote the entire democratic ticket this November. What do you say, sweet tits?"