7 comments/ 84988 views/ 19 favorites X O X O By: Archer2050 Long story short, Angie had cheated on her husband and felt awful for it. What made her feel even worse is that she desperately wanted to do it again. She'd unleashed a part of herself that she had long kept hidden; a sexual beast that had no intention of disappearing back into darkness. This was the reason she had hid in the closet near the back door of their house. And this is why she had left a note for her husband, Carl, telling him she was out with friends, and that she would be home late. She wanted him to feel confident he wouldn't get caught when her plan went into effect. The "plan" had arrived just seconds earlier, mere moments after Carl, himself, had gotten home from work. As expected, he invited Cindy in when she told him she had forgotten something in the guest bedroom. Cindy was chosen for a number of reasons, one being that she was pretty laid back when it came to sex, and another that she wasn't likely to form an emotional attachment. Angie's nephew, Jim, had brought her home a few times from the bars when he stayed over on the occasional weekend. In fact, it was the sounds that Cindy and Jim made from the guestroom that had revamped Carl and Angie's sex life, and inadvertently led to Angie being horny enough to cheat in the first place. Because of the very casual nature of Jim and Cindy's relationship, neither Angie nor her husband had ever formally met Cindy, but they had seen her either coming or going on more than one occasion. She was a very tall, bronze-skinned Latina, standing somewhere in the six foot area, but not weighing more than 130 pounds. She was 19, and looked it, with long, black hair with the ends dyed bright red. Likely B cups, her breasts weren't large, but on her thin body they stood out enough to catch the eye. Her flat ass wasn't the best-formed, but it was very small and tight. She had big brown eyes and seemed very pretty the one time they'd seen her smile. Angie knew Carl fantasized about her. While they would almost always make love to the sounds of Jim and whoever his date that night was, Carl never seemed to snap into the mood as fast as when it was Cindy's screams they heard through the walls. And Angie saw a little glimmer each time Carl saw her that wasn't there when he saw the other girls Jim brought by. She never resented him for it, and now she was glad he'd been that transparent, because it helped her set up this little adventure. The plan was so simple, Angie was surprised it worked. She went through her nephew's cell phone the last time he was in town, found Cindy's number, and called her up. She told Cindy that she wanted to give Carl a secret birthday gift--which was true, as his 34th birthday would take place just days after the plan was to go into effect--and that she wanted Cindy to be that gift. As expected, Cindy was more than willing, excited, even, to be a part of this. Cindy was to show up at the house looking for Jim at a time when Angie knew only Carl would be there. To be clear, Angie wasn't trying to set up Carl to use his infidelity against him. She knew he was faithful, just as she had been until recently. This was just her way of apologizing without having to admit anything, a kind of peace offering. Besides, she was curious to see how far things would go before Carl finally gave in. Her worst fear, unbelievably, would be if he didn't give in at all. It would make Angie feel even worse than she already did. And of course, she knew that if Carl did give in, he would enjoy the moment very, very much. Cindy knew the basics of the situation Angie was in, and had promised to be unforgettable. What Cindy didn't know was that Angie planned on being home the whole time this thing went down. Hell, until the afternoon before the big evening, Angie, herself didn't even know she was going to stick around. But thinking about her husband fucking another woman had gotten her unexpectedly hot, and she just had to be there, if not to see, then maybe to hear, and if she couldn't hear, the idea of doing something so naughty was just too much to say 'no' to. Cindy had gone into the guest bedroom, where she and Angie's nephew Jim slept when he was in town. Angie wasn't sure what she was pretending to have forgotten, but it didn't matter. It was just an excuse to get her access to the house. Sweetheart that he was, Carl behaved himself and just sat in his chair and held the newspaper in the living room, waiting for Cindy to find her whatever it was and be on her way. He was actually feeling a little uncomfortable, which is why he was holding the paper, but not functioning enough to read it. He was immensely excited being home alone with this young woman who he had heard orgasm no less than ten times. He had even cum in or on his wife to the sounds Cindy had made through the wall as he imagined what her face looked like while she fucked and climaxed. Even now he felt his penis swelling. He silently cursed his wife, who had been teasing him but giving him no relief all week. Now he was horny as shit and he wasn't sure if he'd be able to stand up to let Cindy out the door. And Angie's teasing wasn't the only thing; Cindy had come dressed in high heels, a snug-fitting, colorful little dress, and had even had her long hair done and put up in a very classy, sexy display. Carl had always seen her in bar-slut outfits and her hair had always been in a post-fuck mess. The way she presented herself tonight made him very aware of his now full erection. She came into the living room, slipping whatever she had come for into her little purse as she approached Carl, who didn't dare get out of his chair. "Got it," she said. "Maybe I'll see you later." Then, as if it were an afterthought, "Where's...um...?" "Angie," Carl said, dropping the paper over his crotch and trying to control his eyes by keeping them either right on hers or on the carpet. It was a failed effort. Her cleavage in that little dress was too delicious to ignore. "Oh, right. Sorry." "She's out with girlfriends," he said, hoping Cindy hadn't caught his lingering gaze. To his amazement, Cindy rounded the chair and moved further into the living room, away from the back door where she had entered. "That's what I'm supposed to be doing tonight," she said. "But I don't think I'm up to it." She laughed. "Girls' nights out can be so draining..." "Yeah," Carl said, just to say something. "...Especially when you've got men on your mind." Carl swallowed hard. In the closet with the door opened just a crack, Angie couldn't see but could hear the line, and she blushed. This was really happening! She was so nervous that she was shaking, and her skin was cold and clammy. She was sweating, but between her legs, she was also getting wet. She bit her lip, anxious to hear her husband's response. "You, um...you miss Jim, huh?" he said. In a move that both thrilled and terrified Carl, Cindy moved to the couch and sat on the cushion closest to him. She crossed her very long legs and leaned in toward him. "Well, yeah, but I don't need him. We just have fun together. I'm looking for something better. Jim is, like, my age. I want someone with experience. I've been thinking about it all day. All week." She put a hand on his knee. "Hell, I've been thinking about it since I was sixteen." Carl's body froze. He didn't even breathe. His tongue felt dry and heavy. His dick was hot and throbbing. It twitched so much, the newspaper covering it moved and made a crinkling noise—the only sound in the whole house. "I've always been with guys my age," she continued, delighted with the impact she was having on him, and showing it with a sly grin. "But I've always wanted, I don't know, a man, I guess. A real man." She gave Carl ample time to respond, and he took all of it, not forming words until she was just about to continue. "I, I, I know some guys, some, ah, men from work, who you might like. I can give you a couple numbers..." He reached for his wallet on the end table between the couch and his chair. Cindy moved her hand from his knee to his shaking hand and smiled, looking him straight in the eyes. "You know what this is, don't you?" she said in a soft, sexy voice with just a trace of her Latino accent. When he said nothing, she continued. "I'm coming on to you, Carl." Carl's head spun as he tried to come up with something to say. Problem was, he didn't know if he should encourage her, or do the right thing and ask her to leave. "I want you to fuck me, Carl," Cindy said, breaking his concentration. As she said it, she slid to the edge of the couch, letting her little dress ride up, revealing her luscious, brown thighs, the trim side of her tiny ass, even a dark patch between her legs which might be panties, might be skin. Carl looked long enough to know he'd never be able to tell without a closer look. In the closet, Angie was glad she was sitting down on a step stool, because her legs would have given out if she'd been standing when Cindy said those words. Desperate to see what was going on, she cracked the closet door just a little more, then slid a mirror on a handle out and angled it so she could see the living room. Since her closet was at the backdoor in the kitchen, the view of the living room beyond was distant, but she could still see Cindy move her hand up to Carl's arm, across his thigh, and then down to his crotch. Carl let her. He was still frozen with lust and conflict. He was fifteen years older than this sexy little creature, but the thoughts running through his head made him feel like a teenager again. He thought about his wife and knew he loved her, but he also knew he would still love her, even if he did give in to Cindy's charms. So maybe it wouldn't be so bad...no. No. He shook his head, not believing that he was already trying to justify this. He just hadn't been hit on in a long time, and never so directly, and never by a woman he fantasized about so often. She had just caught him off guard. But he couldn't do this. Then he felt her hand grab his crotch, beneath the newspaper but on the outside of his pants. She squeezed, gently. He didn't push her away. She squeezed again. Then again. Then she gave him a stroke, awkwardly, through his khakis. Their eyes were locked, hers hungry and in control, his full of fear and desire. "Can I suck you?" she asked in a whisper. His non-answer said plenty. Slowly, seductively, Cindy got off the couch and went down on her knees at the foot of Carl's recliner. He watched, unmoving, as she took position, spreading his legs and looking down at his crotch, pushing the newspaper away while licking her lips. She unfastened him and grabbed his pants and boxers together by the waist, then slowly but strongly pulled them down. He felt himself lifting his buttocks to help her get the pants off. They went down, down. His erection sprang into view, huge and red and pulsing. His pants went further down, and Carl felt the thrill of being revealed and stared at by a beautiful, young stranger, a forbidden lover, a lustful fantasy. His pants were off, past his ankles, discarded onto the floor. She took his socks off, then gently grasped his naked ankles. Her hands ran up his legs, to his knees, across his thighs. His dick bobbed in excitement. His chest heaved. His breath came irregularly. Cindy leaned over him, bending her long, graceful neck so beautifully displayed thanks to her wearing her hair up, toward his chest. Her fingers were already unbuttoning his shirt, starting at the bottom. One, two, three were undone. Then all of them. She pulled the shirt open and kissed his naked chest. Her hands ran down his sides, toward his crotch as she licked his nipple, then the other. Meanwhile, Angie was mesmerized as she watched via the mirror across the house. While she had set this up specifically to get her husband to submit, it might have bothered her that he was giving in to the seduction so soon—might have, that is, if she wasn't immensely turned on by what she saw. It was a sobering thought that would occur to her later, but right now all Angie could think about was how hot the scenario was playing out. This other woman, this little slut had brought her husband to his breaking point. She loved seeing the need he displayed as he squirmed, conflicted even though he'd already made up his mind. And to know that such a hot young thing like Cindy was going all out to bed Carl made him seem that much hotter, and made Angie that much more proud that ultimately, he was hers. Cindy's fingers slid past Carl's dick and dipped below, cupping his balls with both hands. She leaned forward, positioning her head directly over his erection. Carl stared at her, straining to even breathe. Besides what was physically happening, and what was about to happen, he was elated to be in such close company with this beautiful, sexy young thing. Everything about her was so thin and fragile, yet her height made her imposing enough to pull off the seductress role perfectly. Just beyond where her arms reached out to him and held his warm, heavy testicles, her breasts were pressed together beneath her dress, and the resulting cleavage was enough to make any man lose his head. The way she touched him made him feel worshipped, as though she was his offering. She lowered her head. The reality of the situation struck him when she moved, and he suddenly sat up, grabbing her gently but firmly by the shoulders. "I can't...I'm...married," he gasped. But her head slowly continued downward as she gave her response. "I won't tell..." As she hit the last 'l' in 'tell', her tongue rolled out and greeted his cock as her mouth closed around it. Carl lost control, his body stiff with tension yet melting into the chair. He gasped loudly, released her shoulders, then pawed at her back as she sunk her warm, wet mouth onto him deeper. His pawing inadvertently pulled up her dress enough to show him the bottom half of her tiny ass and the red g-string outlining it. He thrust weakly into her face at the sight of it, and when the dress slipped back down, he knew he had to see it again. He pulled at her garment, this time deliberately, until it was bunched up near her shoulders. A red bra strap crossed her back just below it, but for the moment Carl just looked at her, taking in all that bronze, naked skin stretched so tight across her form. Her head buried in his crotch, Cindy could feel Carl's eyes studying her as she made love to his manhood. She wanted him to touch her, waited for it, wished for it, was about to release him and beg for it, and then he did, placing a big, hot hand on her hotter flesh at the small of her back. He slid his hand across her, moving down to cup her ass cheek. Cindy sucked harder, faster. She moved a hand up to the base of his cock and stroked what she couldn't engulf. He was wet and slippery from her spit. Carl had spread his fingers across half her ass, and was contemplating what to do or touch next when something happened. Some part of him was still fighting this, and for a moment he recognized that part. "No," he said, not loud enough for anyone but himself to hear. "I can't do this. Don't do this, dammit." Cindy's head bobbed on his wet shaft. He grunted. God, he wanted this. But he knew he'd regret it. Of course this would haunt him. Even if Angie never found out, he'd know what he did for the rest of his life. Cindy's tongue flicked at the tip of his cock head. Her fingers holding his balls ventured further beneath him, teasing the sensitive space between his testicles and asshole. "Oh God, oh God..." he groaned to himself. He gritted his teeth, breathing through them, angry with himself but too aroused not to be enjoying every second of it. He visualized pulling her off of him, but physically stopping the pleasure she was giving him didn't seen at all possible. She sucked and bobbed on him, her lips tight and her tongue exploring, tasting him eagerly and wanting more. How could he stop her? "No," he whispered again. "No." This time louder. "No, no no!" Releasing her dress, letting it fall back and cover her, Carl grabbed Cindy by the head just firmly enough to pull her off of him without hurting her. The wet smacking sound as her lips popped off his cock head nearly sent him into orgasm. A string of saliva hung from her lip and connected to his tip. Her lips were wet and full and red and so impossibly alluring. It might have been ten seconds or one-tenth of a second that he looked at her before bending down and pulling her to him, kissing her hard and full on those lips, slipping his tongue between them and urging her tongue between his. She tasted like cock, but more than that she tasted young and unfamiliar. In the closet, Angie watched, amazed and terribly wet and horny. The kiss was so passionate, she almost felt as if she were a part of it, then wished she was. She caught herself trying to remember when, if ever, Carl had last kissed her like that. Carl scooted forward in his chair until his exposed crotch was up against the waist of Cindy's colorful dress, his erection pressing into her belly. They continued to make out as he reached around her, around her ass and under her dress, venturing between her legs and slipping his middle finger past the g-string and into her wet pussy. To get as deep as possible, he spread out his other fingers, effectively cupping the bottom of her ass with his hand and feeling her hot, sweaty little asshole in his palm. With his one finger, he drew in and out of her pussy, fucking her. Her whole body shuddered and tightened, and she broke the kiss to show him the aching, needful ecstasy on her face. The few moments Carl had seen Cindy before, as she left the house late at night or early in the morning after a romp with his nephew, he had never seen an emotional side of her. She seemed bland and uncaring, a clueless toy to be fucked. Part of him was turned on by that. But how Cindy really caught his attention was by the sounds she made, which was a completely different example of her, so full of feeling and passion and raw sexual energy. That was what turned her into his ultimate fantasy. And now, to see her facial expressions exhibiting such lust was a dream come true, because at last he knew she wasn't just a doll making human sounds, but a true animal of pleasure, both causing it and craving it. Cindy whimpered; a soft, feminine, innocent sound that caught in her throat as she looked at him with those big, brown eyes. Carl lost it. Her noise had triggered the bomb, and there was nothing he could do about it. He didn't want to cum, not only because it wasn't right for this woman to be here when he did such a thing, but because he didn't want it to be over. But he was cumming. The liquid fire boiled the base of his spine before surging past his loins and up his hot cock, still pressed into Cindy's dress and her belly. The first shot was big, and Cindy noticed, backed away in surprise. Carl pulled his hands off of her, but did nothing to help his orgasm. He just grabbed the armrests of the chair with his fists, closed his eyes, and ground his teeth together as he tried to stop the flow of cum. He knew, even as it was happening, that this had gone on too far, despite how badly he needed to continue. But in a moment of clarity, Carl was choosing his wife. He'd never fully understand how, but he was. His cum splashed against the front of Cindy's dress, but the second and third spurts, unbeknownst to Carl, landed in the hands that she had cupped to catch it. She resigned herself to the reality that Carl wasn't going to go all in, and disappointed as she was, she didn't want to make things harder for him by jacking him off and perhaps breaking his will. She had tried that, and though there were small successes, ultimately and obviously, it was a failure. Her heart sank, but it didn't stop beating rapidly, as it was still thrilling to see him shoot his load from that magnificent penis, and very erotic to feel the heat and weight of his cum in her hands. X O X O A second, maybe two, passed before Carl had the sense and the motivation to end this as quickly as possible. His dick was still releasing cum, though no longer in spurts but in thick, overflowing seepages from his tip, as he grabbed Cindy by the shoulders and stood her up with him. Cum still issued from him, running down his erection and wetting his balls, even as he marched her in front of him, forcing her quickly toward the kitchen and the back door. A totally unexpected move, Cindy was alarmed and afraid at the anger his movements suggested. Tears welled in her eyes. Watching them come toward her, as the back door was literally right beside the closet door, Angie yanked the mirror back into hiding with her. She stiffened, hoping beyond hope no one would see her through the slightly open closet. This evening had become too awkward as it was. After being so on edge with arousal, even Angie found a part of herself a little disappointed that Carl had put this all to an end. The meaning it had for Angie's marriage wasn't lost on her, though she now felt unworthy of Carl's dedication. "I need you to get out of here," Carl said through his teeth, still reeling in orgasm, his steps staggered and uneven because of it. They reached the door and stopped. Carl kept his hands firmly on Cindy's shoulders. "Open the door," he said gruffly. "Don't come back here." A sniffle, then a pause. "I can't," she said, her voice cracking with sadness. Carl twisted her around, saw her hands up in front of her, cupping a pool of his thick, milky white seed. He looked up, into her eyes, which were wet and red and already a little swollen. Her cheeks were streaked with tears. This wasn't anger for not getting her way, or even for being rejected, he thought. This was sadness, guilt, embarrassment. But most of all it was intensely erotic, because in her eyes he could see that she still wanted him, still worshipped him. In her eyes, at that moment, she begged for his approval. Just two feet away, Angie watched her husband look into the 19 year-old's teary eyes, but it was his eyes that told her what she needed to know. She glanced downward and saw his still dripping dick jump. Carl kissed her fast but softly, calm and deeply. He hugged her to him, pulling her body to his. Between them, Cindy's hands were sandwiched, losing their cupped form and allowing the bulk of Carl's cum to spill down her wrists or drip down onto his re-strengthening cock. When most of it had dropped, Cindy turned her hands to touch him, rubbing her cum-coated fingers over his abs, then across him to his back and buttocks, leaving slick trails the whole way. The cum that had spilled on Carl's dick coated most of his length before dripping off and onto the floor. On big drop splattered, and a bit landed wetly on the top of Cindy's high-heel encased foot. It reminded her of the jizz after she had become lost in the moment as Carl welcomed her back into his arms. Knowing it would please him and wanting to reward him and make him know this was the right choice, Cindy cupped her hands again, this time around and beneath Carl's cock, to make sure no more cum ended up on the floor. They kissed for minutes this way, Carl coming to terms with how right this felt while Cindy understood she had not just his body, but his mind as well. The she licked his lips, his chin, his neck, moving her way downward until she was kneeling before him. Her hands were together around his cock and cum as if she were accepting it as a sacred gift. Then she dipped her head and licked at the messy pool of collected sperm, still warm, from the top and sides of the engorged dick, still hardening. She nibbled and slurped and sucked and gobbled him clean, and this time Carl wasn't moaning 'no'. He was just moaning. Angie was so hot she could smell her own excitement, and she was close enough to the action that her scent mingled with the scent of her husband's seed and the cunt of the teenager who lapped at it. She could clearly see Cindy's throat muscles work as she swallowed every drop she collected. Also visible was Cindy's exquisite facial expressions, from the way she closed her eyes to the movements she made with her lips, that told Angie how much this girl was enjoying the moment. Cindy purred as she dropped her hands, now licked clean, and took Carl's hard, wet dick into her mouth once again. Carl's hands were on her head, his fingers lost in her expensive hair-do. His head rolled back as he groaned, loudly and proudly, no longer limited by his inhibitions. He bucked against her face, once, gently, and while she moaned excitedly in response, Cindy ended the blow-job there. The dick had been sucked clean, and so she released him from between her lips and looked up at him, his erection hanging out over her face. He knew what she wanted, and he wanted it even more. Their minds working as one, Cindy stood up and Carl began to pull her dress up and off. Again her brown, naked body was revealed, this time fully, save the red bra, g-string, and high heels. The dress ended up in the sink, and Cindy ended up on the counter beside it. Carl didn't waste time removing the g-string. He just pulled it aside and entered her, slowly at first as he tested what she could take, then faster as she grew wetter and more acclimated to him. Cindy gasped and tensed up with every centimeter of cock he buried inside her until he was all the way. He wanted to fuck her hard and fast, just ravage her like some beast, but something was off, and it took but a second for Carl to pinpoint it. So far, Cindy had only been making these cute, small noises, but nothing like what he had heard coming through the walls of his house. "Why aren't you screaming?" he asked, panting, as he held her by her tiny waist and plowed his cock into her soft, sweltering snatch. She made a desperate, hungry little sound as she heard him ask. "I'm doing everything I can to be quiet!" "Why?" "What about the neighbors?" she said, her face twisted in pleasure. "I don't want to get you—" "Fuck the neighbors," Carl said, and he pushed hard into her again. Her next sound was as loud as she had ever been, but it only came as a coincidence with Carl's granting of her vocal freedom. Carl's cock had reached new territory inside Cindy, not necessarily in how deep he went or how full he made her, but how perfect his individual cock felt as her pussy clenched around it. She was still screaming on that same breath when he fucked her again, and again, and again, holding her waist tight, not letting her go up with the force but keeping her down to make sure she received the full strength of his thrusts. And then came the dirty talk. "Oh fuck, baby, oh my God! Oh my fucking God, baby, oh God...." She screamed again, then followed it with more dirty talk and begging. "Oh, harder, baby, harder! Fuck me with that cock--that big cock! I sucked your cum off that cock so you could fuck me with it, baby! Give it to me! Make me feel it!" More screaming. So much, in fact, that Carl actually was a little worried about the neighbors. He kissed her to quiet her down, tasted the sweetness of his own cum on her, and it thrilled him enough to kiss harder. He fucked faster, held her tighter, and before he knew it she wasn't even on the counter anymore. She was in his hands, her arms wrapped around his shoulders and her legs wrapped around his hips, her feet crossed behind him. He found this position didn't give him the leverage he needed to really drill her, so Carl stepped back to the kitchen table and laid back across it with her now bucking and bouncing on top of him. He still held her by the waist, fucking her forcefully, and she was still screaming, crying, and fitting in a curse word whenever she could. At last she reached up, grabbed hold of the light fixture hanging over the table, and used it to pull herself up so she could slam back down onto him. The fixture swayed and clinked, and Carl knew the whole thing would come down, but he didn't care. He knew the neighbors might hear, but he didn't care. He didn't even care if Angie found out what he was doing because right now, if for only this moment, he belonged to Cindy, and Cindy belonged to him. He wanted Cindy to feel him cum, he wanted his seed inside her, and just as he was thinking these things, she begged him for it. "Cum! Cum in me! I want to feel your cum inside me! Please, please! Please cum in me, fill my pussy." She rode him hard and with the enthusiasm only a 19 year old could muster. Her arms were still up as she swung from the light, the position thrusting out her breasts, still covered in the red bra. Something about the sight of her that way, combined with her gripping cunt pouncing on his dick, released Carl's second orgasm. He found the coordination in those moments before the explosion to jump up with her from the table, ripping her away from the light fixture, and slamming her back onto the counter. She hit her head on the cabinets with a thud that was loud and had to have hurt. But Cindy didn't show it, and in fact was suddenly overcome with her own orgasm as the first blast of cum spit from Carl and into her. He flooded and coated her insides with his warm, sticky gel—a load of white ecstasy that belonged to someone else, but was being fed into her young, thin, unknown body. She went wild in climax, thrashing and pushing and pulling Carl, every part of her out of control except for her pussy, which held firmly to his cock, milking it hungrily and savoring the treat. In the closet, Angie had to bite her fingers to keep herself from making her own, albeit smaller, orgasm quiet. She hadn't even touched her skin directly, only through the damp spot at the crotch of her pants. But watching her husband become so involved in his infidelity with this girl and knowing that it was all because of her had triggered a deep, dark, sexual place inside of Angie. Even as she came, she committed herself to become faithful once again. Seeing how hot Carl could become, Angie was confident that she wouldn't need another man to fulfill her sexually. Carl was, in fact, all she needed, and she was happy to understand that now. She took it upon herself to make sure Carl's sex life would be this amazing forever, because it would make her sex life just as good in return, and they could be together, just the two of them, happy and living the way they were meant to be. She was still feeling the warmth of her orgasm when Carl walked Cindy outside to her car, giving her a chance to escape her hiding spot so Carl would be none the wiser. The next day, Angie called Cindy to thank her and tell her the revelation she had come to. She wanted to tell her that with that single act of infidelity, she and Carl's marriage could be saved. Strengthened, even. But something odd happened. When Angie called and said "hello", Cindy replied curiously. "Oh hi. I'm sorry." "Sorry? For what?" "He got really mad and offended," she said. "I thought he was going to call the police or something." Angie didn't know what to say. This wasn't making any sense. "He didn't say anything to you?" "No," Angie said, still confused. "Oh, well, that's just as well. After the way he yelled at me, he probably knows I wouldn't try to cause trouble again." "Wait," Angie said, unbelieving. "What are you saying?" "He turned me down," Cindy said. "I didn't even get the chance to raise his temperature. I know you wanted him to give in, but I guess it's not really a bad thing that he didn't right?" Angie was speechless. Cindy didn't know Angie had snuck in and watched. That was never part of the plan. It was a last second decision Angie had made. Cindy didn't know. Carl didn't know. But Angie knew all. She expected Carl to keep his mouth shut about everything. But Cindy was lying, and if she was keeping this a secret, there was a reason... "And now you know," Cindy continued "no matter what happens in the future, you can trust him. Right?" A long pause, and then Angie somehow managed to form a word. "Yeah." She hung up. As the reality of this tragic twist of events sunk in, and the repercussions for what she had started began to take form in her imagination, Angie, in pure coincidence, looked down at the note, still on the kitchen counter where she had left it for Carl last night: "Darling, I went out with the girls. Be home at midnight. Sorry to be out on the eve of your birthday! Treat yourself to something fun. XOXO." "Treat yourself" was supposed to be an inside joke for only Angie to get. Apparently it wasn't turning out that way. . .