Chapter 3

“You wouldn’t,” his voice has a stunned sound to it and his eyes drop. “Fine. But you better make it up to me this weekend.”

“I will, but only if you don’t come back until tomorrow. Noon at the earliest. And don’t ask why.” My words are intended to cut a little and it works.

“Fine. Noon tomorrow and your ass is mine.” His words are spoken with certainty and there’s no hiding what part of me he’s going to have.

If this goes as planned, which it will, then he’s about to be introduced to things he never thought possible. After all, I can’t really practice a threesome without the three of us. Jack won’t want to go along, but he doesn’t have a choice in the matter.

It won’t happen right away, since things like this take time. I don’t think I’ll tell him anything until mom’s ready, but will if needed. I’ll worry about that later, since I’ve got to get her right where I need her before anything else can happen.

He leaves with a bag over his arm and he doesn’t want to look at me. I don’t care how angry he is, since I don’t care about him. Jack wants to guilt me into changing my mind, but I don’t feel guilt. For me, there is only the future Mrs. Doctor and everything I do is geared towards that one end.

I remove my clothes and put on a soft robe, which does a good job of covering my body. My nipples press against the material, which causes them to harden. Mom won’t notice such things, since I’m still her innocent daughter. It won’t be long before she won’t ever think of me as innocent again. This is a calculated risk of revealing what I am to her, but one I must take.

I’d almost forgotten the most important part of my scheme and reach for my charged phone. It fits easily in my pocket and don’t think mom will notice anything. The robe wasn’t made for this at all and it’s a little uncomfortable pressing against my flesh, which I can easily ignore.

I set out the bottle of red wine and one glass for her. She doesn’t let me drink due to my age, but I’m no stranger to the taste. There’s something pleasant about it, but I’ve no interest in indulging right now. Sobriety is only important to me, not mom and she will soon have to do what I want. The truth is I’ve never been drunk once in my life, since intoxication will lead to mistakes I can never afford to make.

Her car pulls into the driveway as I pour half a glass and inhale the rich aroma. I close my eyes as I go through which look is the best to use and know it has to be good enough to get her to sit down. As I open my eyes, my face mimics one of sadness and there’s no other choice for mom.

Once she sees it, she’ll sit down and want to talk. Mom will forgo any desire for food for a moment and my words will ensure it remains. An empty stomach and a little wine go a long way with her.