Tag: helping your rival

cuckolding-and-female-allure:

Make my hubby ask you to come inside me!

“Make my hubby ask you to come inside me!”

“Heh heh. Tell me to come inside your wife, ‘hubby.’”

“What?! …no. That’s not what we talked about. Even with a condom, the agreement was you’d pull out. This was just supposed to be a fun little one-night experiment with strict limits.”

“I need to feel him finish, honey. Please.”

“You heard the woman.”

“She’s just fuck crazy. She’d agree to anything right now. It’s too dangerous. She’s not even on birth control since we’re trying to have a baby.

”

“Really? Hmm…you know how I told you this condom was a little small? It hurts. Can I take it off and really come inside?”

At that moment she moaned wildly, throwing her head back on the pillow and gripping the sheets. After she came down from the orgasm she put her mouth by his ear and and whispered something you couldn’t hear, “Oh my god, yes! I need that. Make him take it off?”

Suddenly he was off your wife and approaching you with his big erect dick. It turned you on more than you wanted to admit.

“Okay, fun’s over. I’m going to find another slut to make me cum since you two can’t make up your minds. But first, take this tiny condom off me, you little cuck bitch.”

You were confused and paralyzed. Why was this so hot? Seeing your hesitation, he grabbed your hand and placed it on his dick, wrapping your fingers around the girthy base. You involuntarily squeezed it a little.You’d never touch another dick or even thought about it. It felt nice. You savored the sensation of slowly pulling the condom off.

“Next time you invite a stud over to take your wife and your manhood (and I’m sure there will be a next time), make sure to stock some magnums, okay?”

You just nodded, in a daze. “Yes, sir.” Now who was fuck crazy? He walked over to your wife and leaned down and kissed her. That wasn’t part of the deal, either, but you found it thrilled you.  

“Maybe if you provide some adequate condoms next time, this won’t happen to you.”

Hmm? Suddenly he had pulled your wife’s ass to the edge of the bed. What? You were too dazed to process. Then he was inside her again. That roused you.

“Hey! Get off her!”

“Come in me, you stud. Come, come, come!”

“Baby, stop. This isn’t safe. You could get pregnant.”

“Yessss!”

“I’m gonna impregnate your wife, ‘hubby.’ Tell me you want me to take fatherhood away from you, too.”

“N-no!”

“Get over here.”

You walked up to him, scared and confused.

He slapped you, hard. You staggered back. “Tell me to come in your wife.”

You looked down. “no…” you whispered.

“What was that?” He raised your chin and slapped you again. “Tell me to impregnate your wife.”

You teared up a little, feeling so overwhelmed in so many ways. You stuttered, “I c-can’t.” He slapped you yet again, even harder.

“Tell me to take ownership of your wife’s pussy.”

“Fuck! Yes!” Your wife seemed to rock with another orgasm. “Give me to him, baby. Tell him to give me a baby!”

By now tears were falling. “T-take…” *slap!* “…cum in my wife’s pussy! P-please!”

cuckcakedomination:

You hated her but now you’re nothing but grateful to her.

She’d been the worst from the start. 

“Ooh, I like your cat-eye glasses. Sometimes I wish I could rock the mousy look,” said the statuesque blonde, looking down at you, the first time you had met. She was a vision; sexy, confident, elegant. “Guys never call me ‘cute,’ y’know?”

She was your fiance’s new business partner. He spoke highly of her and she seemed to hold him in great esteem as well. It was infuriating.

“You’re such a lucky woman to have a man as smart and clever as Ahmed. And so…handsome.” She winked at you. ”You’re such a strong woman. I would just be anxious that he’d find someone better. I’m terribly jealous of your self-assurance. Here you have such a catch and you don’t even wear makeup or go to the gym. You’re totally my hashtag goals.”

This went on for months. You tried to play down your insecurities while telling your fiance what was up. He just laughed and assured you that Janae didn’t mean anything, that her worst crime was being oblivious. He refused to take you seriously. So her comments continued, sometimes right in front of your fiance.

“Your fiance is so adorable, Ahmed! How do you resist just scooping her up like a little girl and pinching her cheeks? Oh, I simply couldn’t not!”

“Heh heh, Vee never lets me. No matter how much I might want to.”

“Vee, Ahmed is strong! I can see it even through his long sleeved shirts. Don’t be afraid he’ll drop you. You’re not that pudgy. I bet with our height difference we weigh the same. 130? Here, pick me up Ahmed. We’ll show her.” 

He looked embarrassed and uncertain but Janae insisted until he scooped her into his arms like a groom with a bride. He showed no strain. They looked right together. Both so well dressed, attractive, tall, sexy. She put her arms around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder, looking over at you.

“See, Vee? This is easy for such a strapping young man. Let him cuddle you like his sweet little girl.” With that she turned her head to Ahmed, rubbing her cheek along his neck and cheek, stopping when her lips were practically pressed into his ear. Down she whispered huskily. Ahmed shuddered and released Janae quickly, but she managed to uncurl slowly, sliding the full length of her body down his front. She kept her arms around his neck and relaxed into his chest, panting. 

“Really, I don’t know how you resist climbing him right here.” She pushed away, pressind her open palms over his chest. “Really, try it. I’m not squeamish.”

You looked to Ahmed and saw a touch of reluctance, shame. Your eyes darted down and saw a very obvious tent in his lightweight work pants. That made you angry and ashamed but also determined. You marched right up to him.

“You seem uncertain,” he interrupted, “Here, let’s start out like this.” He turned around and bent down, offering you a piggy-back ride. It was childish by comparison. But you were too surprised and too stubborn. You went ahead with it and were soon on his back. Was he keeping you from feeling his boner?

“Awww, so cute. Like a tired little toddler. Hmm…maybe you are just a little heavier. Ahmed, do squats and pushups for your fiance so you carry her like you did me.”

Your face burned and you pressed it into his back so she wouldn’t see the tears at your eyes. You felt so humiliated, unsexy, fat…

After that you started changing things. You went to the gym. But not with Ahmed. It was too embarrassing. You really weren’t fat but up against that petite queen you felt so squishy. You got platform shoes and the highest heels you could find. You practically threw out all your old clothes and replaced them with more elegant, mature, sexy outfits. You bought makeup and practiced tutorials online.

Ahmed seemed confused but he also complimented you. And you certainly noticed he initiated sex more often! The sex was very vigorous. 

“Fuck! Fuck, fuck! Take it,babe, take it! I’m going to fill you right up. You like that? Yeah you do. Fuck, Janae, ahhhh!” And he came, exploding into you.

“What?!”

“Sorry, Vee, I came. It was just so good. Was it too soon?”

“You said Janae.”

“What?! No. No. No. I…did-n’t. I said ba-bay, baby. Sorry, it’s corny. I’m sorry you thought that. You’re my only cutie pie. You know that.”

You didn’t argue the obvious lie. You just excused yourself and went to the bathroom and cried quietly. You’d tried so hard to live up to Janae. But you couldn’t. You weren’t good enough. You weren’t an elegant sex goddess. You were cute. All your trying did was to remind your fiance of her. You took out your phone.

“This is Vee. You win.” You’d stolen her number from Ahmed’s phone weeks ago when looking at their texts. Nothing had really been incriminating.

“I win what, cutie?”

“You know. I admit defeat. You’re the better woman.”

“Honey bunches, there’s no such thing as a better woman. Only different women. Or girls, in your case. We all have different roles we belong in.”

“Well this girl is done. I’ll step aside. You can have him.” Tears steamed down you face, onto the screen.

“Have who? What do you want me to do to him? Tell me, little girl.”

“Take Ahmed! Fuck him! He deserves someone better. Someone hotter. I can’t compete!”

“Is that all?”

“What more do you want?! I give up!”

“I want it all, Vee-Vee. You’re upset because you were in the wrong place. You had a stud. And studs belong to women like me, not little girls like you. Understand?”

You nodded dumbly then typed: “yes.”

“Good. Now you can be happy. You will be happy. You just need to find the right place for little girls like you and accept it. Will you let me help?”

“yes.”

“Okay then. I am going to take Ahmed. I will fuck him. Eventually you will watch. It will be hard for you. You will masturbate while you do. But you will feel happy and right, in your place, for the first time. Got it?”

“yes”

“Are you masturbating now?”

What?! No! You looked down. You were fingering yourself idly. When did that happen? Why did it feel so good?

“yes”

“‘Yes, Mommy.’“

“yes, Mommy”

“Good. Ahmed and I will look after you. You’re an incompetent little girl. You need someone to guide you.”

“thank you, Mommy.”

friendzoned-cuckold:

Every beta should have a friend with big dick

This is the whole point about being boastful around your male friends. Make a big to-do about your giant cock and how your girlfriend loves it until your friends get fed up and ask to compare. Then be humiliated as they laugh at your pointless penis and tell you how much they pity your girlfriend. How she needs a real man to show her what sex should be like. 

Then the next time your girlfriend sighs forlornly after sex, fingering herself, and asks you if you can’t find a big cock for her, you’ll know exactly who to call. Crying a little, you’ll ask your good friend to do you a ‘solid’ and fuck your girlfriend before she leaves you. 

The best friend had hated you pretty openly from the start. Your girlfriend was devastated and finally arranged to get you two to hang out. “You’ll like each other once you just give it a chance,” she’d said.

Her best friend had spent the whole time being alternately sulky and snarky. Eventually you were at a bar and she just laid into you. You’d never be good enough for her friend, you’d always be a loser, and she should just fuck a real man and get you out of her system. You, meanwhile, were getting very hard. If she went on you just might cum right there without any physical stimulation.

“Oh my god! Are you fucking aroused by this?! What are you some sort of sick pervert?”

You just nodded meekly. She laughed uproariously. The BF browbeat you until you told her all about cuckolding and your fantasies. She thought that was just perfect. She agreed to “help” you. From that day on she took your girlfriend out every chance she got, saying she needed your girlfriend’s help finding Mr Right. Of course the friend was wearing your girlfriend’s defenses down; encouraging her to dress slutty, dance with guys, flirt juuust a little. The BF sent you gleeful updates. She was sure your girlfriend would cheat on you soon and leave you. You couldn’t wait. 

ultramonstercockbully:

I love how scared you losers get at just the thought of me

I know he’ll be furious if her finds her topless when he comes by. “Please, honey! Just put your clothes back on. It’s fine that you fuck him, but don’t make him angry at me, okay?”

“Babe! That’s so selfish! You know I can’t come unless you’re bruised or crying.”

“I…I’m sorry, you’re right.”

“Sir, please, I’m so sorry if I’ve done anything to not seem subservient enough. Please let me wash your car? And just ask me when you want something?”

Enrique looks startled at first like you’ve found him out, then disgusted, and then he smirks and hands you the keys before taking your girlfriend’s hand and leading her to your bedroom. “Make sure to get the hubcaps, bitch!” he calls back as she giggles.

ruthless-lust:

Salt Lick

He’d been so angry about your bold declaration that he’d gone off and told her about it. That had been a huge mistake. She seemed more intrigued than offended. 

You really just said it aloud like that, in front of all your coworkers and his? 

“Yes, can you believe the nerve?” 

Barely, but she was warming up to the idea. And what did her husband say? 

“Well what could one say to such an inappropriate comment in public? I wandered off while my coworkers laughed. It was humiliating” 

Her husband just ran away?! And had you said anything else, she asked, flushing. 

“Yeah, he said to run off and tell my wife she’d be sucking his cock within the week and she might want to practice deep throating on something decent sized. Like a big cucumber. What a dick.”

Yes, what a dick…she mumbled. So…um, her husband had done as asked then? And not challenged the coworker declaring dominance?

“Exactly, you get it. It’s not worth rising to the challenge of these stupid alpha males. Just don’t engage. I’m glad I can tell you about it.”

Yes, good job. Her husband was a good boy, she assured him. Later that night she unlocked his phone and retrieved your number. My husband told me what you said, just like a good boy, she texted.

For SnapsFromYourBully, with love:

It was all your fault, of course. Not just for being an inferior suitor, but also for actively helping him out.

Stacy had never really liked Chad. He was loud and crude. Stacy was more into sensitive musicians and writers. Such as your friend Kit, whom she used to date. That was a year ago. They’d met on a poetry forum. Stacy was the perfect woman, as far as you were concerned. She was beautiful, of course, and smart and funny. Plus she had the exact style sense that drove you wild. She dyed her brunette hair jet black, wore black lipstick, black nail polish, and black…everything. She wore safety pins as jewelry. Not just on her clothes, but in her body. She’d pierce herself with them. One time she came to school with a safety pin through her septum. You fucking melted for this hot weirdo. And you decided it had been long enough that Kit couldn’t cry foul. You had to act.

For his part, Chad wasn’t crazy about Stacy, either. He mocked and bullied her almost as much as he did you. You decided to kill two birds with one stone: finally stand up to Chad and make a good impression on your dream girl. He’d beat you up in grade school, but you figured his aura of fear was mostly reputation by now. You all needed to stop giving him power over you. So the next time you saw him be mean to Stacy, you were determined to intervene. 

It didn’t take long. He came across your AP Lit class letting out and bumped Stacy into the lockers, causing her to drop her books. She just kneeled down and started to gather them awkwardly. Everyone’s tactic by now was to not escalate with the bully. 

“Sorry Emily the Strange, guess I just thought you were a ghost and would pass through me! Ooooh!” He laughed uproariously. Chad loved himself; you had to give him that.

“At least be original, you moron! Knocking nerds into lockers is surely a little derivative even for someone as boring and dimwitted as you, Chad.”  Some other kids nearby laughed nervously. You thought you maybe sounded cool, but you were also shaking. You extended a hand to Stacy who had gathered her books. She accepted your help standing. The touch felt electric. Hopefully she didn’t notice the shaking. “Get a fucking hobby or something to occupy that single brain cell in your head. Maybe then you’ll have something to identify with other than being a caricature of a high school bully.”

“Oh wow, you’ve pierced my very essence, Anders. I will reform my ways and never darken your doorstep again. Goodbye fair freaks, you have taught me so much.” He turned and walked away. Wow. That was…easy?

“Just kidding! I pick on others because it’s fun and you can’t stop me. Remember that.” *WHAM!*

You awoke in the nurse’s office with Stacy and the nurse standing over you, looking concerned. 

“Thank Baphomet!” Stacy gasped. 

“Thank god I don’t have to file a police report,” said the nurse. “Uhh, I mean you can of course, but seeing as that little prick is the son of the sheriff, I don’t see it going far. Sorry, hon. Glad you’re okay.”

Stacy offered to walk you home. The nurse said someone should stay with you and make sure you didn’t fall asleep until at least 11PM. Your Dad wouldn’t be home til late, so she offered to stay up with you. Wow, this was perfect! Well, it hurt too much to be perfect, but still!

You didn’t bang her that night. This wasn’t a movie, and your head was very fuzzy. But you spent a lot of time getting to know Stacy. What she liked, what she didn’t. She really hated Chad now. She’d mostly ignored his stereotypical villainy before, she said. Now she couldn’t stop going on about all the things she despised about him. Good.

The next day you were stopped on your way home, but not by Stacy. She had Steampunk Club. It was Chad. 

“So Anders, thanks for not ratting me out. Not that it matters much. My father thinks a real man should take and do what he wants. A real Ayn Rand fan, that one. It has its benefits” Great.

“Ugh, what do you want. You win. I admit you are the superior man. Leave me alone, okay?”

“Oooh, I do get a little half chub when you call me the superior man. Do you want to get on your knees before me? No? Maybe later… Actually I wanted to talk about another prostrate vision. I’d never thought of Stacy this way before, but you know when she knelt down to pick up her books yesterday, I could see her whole ass sticking out of that little goth school girl skirt she wears. No panties, neither. I swear. She really is a freak, but in a more fun way than I imagined.  You didn’t even stop to appreciate the sight. Tsk tsk. Too busy trying to impress her by acting the hero.”

You didn’t know what to say. Was this even true? Now that you thought about it, she had gasped a little when sitting down on the cool kitchen tiles next to you last night.

“In any case, I spent some time today asking around about my new obsession. She doesn’t have a boyfriend and she hasn’t for a while, not since she dated one of you weak-boys: your own best friend Kit Ferris. To think, making moves on your own best friend’s ex. Such a naughty boy.”

“I wasn’t-”

“Please, you so were. But what matters is that not only have you infringed upon the bro code, but you have also hurt my feelings. Oh yes, I am wounded deeper in my soul than the mere punches I placed upon your body. So, I am going to let you make it up to us both by helping me court Stacy.”

“Ummm, no? You can just beat me up after all. I’m not playing your Cyrano de Bergerac for anything.”

“Sorry Wishbone, but it’s not a choice. I can certainly beat you up first, but you’ll help me even if I have to break your legs and keep you chained up in my basement until you comply.”

“Ugh, fine-”

*WHAM!*

“-owww, what the fucking hell?”

“Oh I thought you meant you were fine with me beating you up and chaining you in my basement?”

“No, I was agreeing to help you, you maniac. Jesus. What do you even want?”

“Sorry. Was just looking forward to torturing you a bit more. Maybe you could just resist a little? No? Okay, fine. So I learned that Kit is a pretty good poet and Stacy liked that. But I don’t know iambic pentameter from a haiku so I figured a lit dork like you could help me write some bitchin’ sex poetry.”

“I…how have you even heard of a haiku? Anyway, I’m not that into poetry.”

“Well you’ll up your game or else I’ll hit you with a sack of oranges until you pee yourself.”

“That’s…a specific and weird threat. …But effective! Fine, I don’t think ‘sex poetry’ from a bully will win Stacy over anyway so I guess I’ll help.”

“That’s my little jack russell terrier!” exclaimed Chad, giving you a noogie. 

Four weeks later you’d helped Chad compose half a dozen very lewd and disgusting poems he’d slip into Stacy’s locker, her bag, …her waistband. At first she was confused and horrified. Later she was just angry. She complained to you each time about what the “vile prick” had done now, reciting lines with dramatic disgust. She always knew them by heart. You noticed she read each composition over closely several times before crumpling it up in a rage. 

“What a monster! Rrrrrrrrr! 

…Still, the bastard does know how to construct verse. At first I thought A-B A-B  doggerel fap fantasies were all I’d get, but now he’s done haikus about my ass, an elegy for my hymen, limericks about titty fucking, and an epic poem spanning several orgies wherein I am gang-banged by the whole soccer team and then housebroken as his ‘puppy bitch’. Not sure what that means exactly…”

“Best not to think on it,” you offered meekly, feeling horribly guilty.

“Ugh! But I can’t stop thinking about it! Why does he have to expend so much energy fucking with me? Why does he hate me so much, anyway?”

“He’s a bully…”

“We’re friends, right Anders? I can tell you something real? Like something I would tell a girl? A girl who is a close friend?”

“…sure…”

“I preferred when he teased me like a third grader rather than like a man. I’m sure he just thinks I’m a sensitive little underclass baby. That I’ll be mortified, angry, sad. That I’ll run away in shame. But the only shame is that I’m all hot and bothered over some immature boy who just wants to watch me cry! I’m so horny, Anders! I soak my panties every time he rudely forces his hand into my cleavage to deposit a stanza about jizzing on my face!  

Rrrr! If any sincere guy wrote me this many poems I would have fucked him already. Where’s the justice? Why should my absolute perfect seduction be executed by cruel chance by some dolt who couldn’t care less?!”

“I’m so sorry…” You really were. In multiple ways.

“Thanks, Anders. I’m so glad you’re my friend now. I needed to vent to someone. Sorry if this is weird for you. I know you’re gay and- but Chad totally knocked you out! I…it makes sense if you hate him. You should…but…do you think he’s hot, too?”

Gay?! You weren’t- Where did she get that idea?… “I mean…I guess he’s cute. And he’s got that slim but buff soccer bod.” Why the hell did you say that?!!!

“I know, right?! I despise him and I also want him to rape a fucking baby into me while I call him ‘Daddy’. Hormones aren’t fair.”

“Heh, heh…yeah, he’s my least favorite human and yet…I also want to suck every meal exclusively from his virile cock.” What?!!!!

“Jesus! I’m so happy you understand. Okay, so I’m initiating ‘Operation Dirty Daddy.’ I need you to find out for me what sort of girls he really likes. What sort of woman drives him wild. What does she look like, what does she act like? Can you do that?”

You just nodded, filled with shame and confusion.

“Um, so Stacy wants to know what kinds of girl you like.”

“Really!?”

“…yeah.”

“That slut wants me?!”

“Maybe she just wants to humiliate you. She didn’t say. So, what should I tell her?”

“Fucking…her, obviously.”

“Yeah, but only because she doesn’t wear panties and you think she’s a slut you can bang. What do you normally look for?”

“Kinda the opposite? Like blonde girls who dress sexy and don’t let you know how smart they are? The kind who get drunk at parties and blow you. Stacy’s my first real challenge, I guess. Goddamn, let’s wag another tail, Wishbone.”

*ruff*

“You’re so cute, Anders. Good boy! Now blow me already you little puppy slut.”

*whimper*

“C’mon, that girl is never going to un-friendzone you. You’ve been helping me seduce her for weeks. Just fucking admit you need straight alpha cock in your throat to show you where you belong.”

You crawled over to where he was sitting on the edge of his bed. He only let you sit on the floor. 

*whimper*

“Good little femme freak boy.” *zip* “Now take my cock in your slut mouth. Mmmm, yes, finally…good boy.” *Slap!* “You like being a bitch. This is your place.”

Fuck! How could it all be so true?

The Monday after you reported back to Stacy, she showed up to school with bleached blonde hair, pink lipstick, mascara, a short blue skirt, and a pink crop top that read in glittery letters ‘Squeeze Me’.

“Thanks for the tips, Anders! If this doesn’t get his earnest attention, nothing will. And I’ve got something even sluttier underneath.”

“I had to work hard for that info, Stacy. My esophagus wishes you well.”

“Fuck! That makes me wet and jealous. Maybe he’ll bang us together some day.”

Moments later, Chad walked up to Stacy and demanded, “say ‘ahhh’ bitch!” She eagerly complied. Chad stuck a folded note into her goddamn mouth! This one was blank verse about impregnating her. She read it thoroughly, blushing. That lunch period she sauntered over to him and sat brazenly on his lap. She needed him. A teacher made them separate, but not before she ground her bare pussy into his bulge.

After classes you saw Chad lead Stacy away by the hand to his car. You stayed up late into the night, stroking yourself and imagining all the nasty things she was into now. You tried to imagine her calling you Daddy, telling you to fuck her ass. But somehow you always ended up thinking about her pleasing your Bully’s magnificent cock as you came… 

flatgurls:

visionchaos-blog:

(via Chris Searl – Sophie Strobele)

🌈❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🌈

You were annoyed your neighbor wouldn’t stop badgering your girlfriend to get into the pool with him. You didn’t know how to swim and Jules had sweetly promised she’d stay on the sidelines with you in solidarity. But Alex had been relentless, begging and teasing. “Don’t let your your your little scaredy cat boy keep you from a good time.” Ugh. 

“Just go in for a bit and he’ll let it go,” you whispered.

“Tell Alex to fuck off and he’ll let it go,” she retorted.

“Heh, come on, it’s just Alex. He’s always like this.”

“Yeah and someone needs to stand up to him!” she breathed, irritated.

“Yeah…it just he’s, kinda scary, you know? Plus, I’m new in town and I think he can help me make friends…” you trailed off, awkwardly.

“Your hot girlfriend isn’t good enough for that?!” she spat, getting up off your lap. “Alright, Alex baby! I am growing tired of this scaredy cat. Show me a good time!” She dove into the pool, still wearing her shorts and tshirt. Oh gosh, she really seemed mad. 

Alex didn’t need to be told twice; he cannon-balled in right beside her as she surfaced. She shrieked and laughed, splashing water into his face. They fooled around, shouting and splashing like kids for a few minutes. At one point Alex just grabbed her waist and  hurled her fully into the air. The eruption from her landing even hit you. 

As she wiped her face and spit out water, you could tell her shirt had floated up a bit, seemingly showing off her belly. She made no attempt to adjust it. At least she hadn’t brought a swimsuit she could show off! Alex had floated away and now made a long lap back underwater to Jules. Was he…checking her out? 

“Nice form you’ve got down there,” he said smugly. Jules blushed. “She looks real good, bud!” Alex called to you. Thanks? Then Alex asked your girlfriend, “You want me to show you what a real man can do?” 

“Yeah sure, someone has to” she replied, glaring over at you. Fuck, what the hell was going on? He dove under the surface..and didn’t come up. Jules looked nervous. Where was he? He’d been down too long. They were too close to the edge to see where he’d gone. Then Jules gasped. But he didn’t appear? Instead her contorted face stayed that way for moments, as she reached out a hand to the pool’s lip, gripping tight and closing her eyes. She let out another tiny strangled sound and bit her lip hard.

Then Alex surfaced. “Ta-da! I can hold my breath for three minutes!” Jules just stared at him in shock, breathing heavily. She raised her hand up as if to slap him. Then a look passed over her face and she lowered it.

“Show me again.”