Alex Two: The Next Time

from the job, and he would be there. Once or twice I was The Third or Fifth wheel, once Karen set me up
with a friend and we double dated. I knew he was in construction, and once upon a time Karen would talk
about him for hours on end, but she hated his guts now - and I had a vague feeling he may have been
abusive to her at the end, but there were things she didn't talk to me about, and I never pressed.

And now? What now.

The pictures! I had almost forgotten about that. I could hear the fake camera click of his phone
in my head. he'd taken Four! What would I do if those got around. What would I say? To my mom?
my sisters? The people at work? Jeezus how would Karen feel seeing me laying in a puddle of spunk
wearing her underwear?

God for all I knew those pictures were already plastered all over the internet, or had already been
e-mailed to Karen, or ...

I checked my phone, no messages.

Now the fear set in. Could I say he forced me? He had his own key. What did the images show?
me laying there, open mouth gag, coverd in cum wearing lingerie. He would be reflected in the mirror...

That would be better, wouldn't it? People would understand, I'd still be a freak but a better kind of
freak maybe?

And he did, really. Didn't he? I hadn't had a choice, right? Would anybody believe him?

I checked my phone again, nothing.

A steady tap-tapping noise brought me back to the empty half lit break room as Jean entered, tap
taping on a set of black high heels. Jean was administration so she could dress nicer than the guys who
busted down trucks, sweating their asses off, and being generally unseen in the back. She was a nice
person though, so we didn't pull any of that class bullshit with her. She usually joined us on breaks,
either on food trips or smoking. She was also damned hot - which may have played a part in things. Not
going to lie, I'd thought about it, in my weird confusing brain space. More than once. With a whole lot
of variations.