#Chapter 41 – Stalker

I carry Archie out of the closet, wandering down the hallway, thinking about my phone call with Victor. As I walk by the boys’ door I quickly look in on them and am pleased to see they’re asleep, though they do it with small frowns on their little faces. I sigh and pull their door shut – they’ll be fine, I know, but I still hate to see them challenged.

As I wander down the stairs I consider, again, if I’m doing the right thing with Victor. When I started this therapist charade I was seeking power – and I don’t regret that. But…things are different now. I am in a much more secure position with Victor, and I really do want to find the balance within our lives.

I put Archie down and move to make myself a cup of tea, putting the kettle on to boil. If Victor and I are truly in a better place, then is it right, still, to continue being his therapist? Am I now taking advantage of the situation, betraying his trust for little to no gains?

Or is there part of me that just…likes talking to him? Learning about his life, being able to give council in the way that a friend or a wif-

I shake the thought away and busy myself with the tea, placing a teabag in my favorite yellow mug. I know that I should stop, but how? Aren’t I too far in now? Would it be suspicious for me to so abruptly end our sessions?

Or is part of me still afraid to let go of what little power I have? I am, after all, living in his house, in his back yard, without a lease. One wrong step and I could be gone.

I put my head in my hands, thinking it all over, and jump when the kettle starts to whistle. Frankly, I’d forgotten all about it.

As I pour the water I breathe in the steam and imagine it clearing my mind, working to make it a reality. As I soak the lemon and chamomile tea satchet, breathing in the scent, my mind turns to Edgar, who sometimes smells of lemons. It’s a nice scent – fresh, clean.

My mind turns again to our kiss on the porch the other night, when he made me feel anything but clean. I bite my lip, thinking about it, and then, on impulse, take my phone out of the back pocket of my jeans.

Me: Hey, are you up?

I send him a text, trying to sound casual, but knowing that he’s probably awake – it’s only 7:00, after all. The question is, will he take the bait?

Edgar: Yeah, I am. How are you?

I smile, feeling a little devious.

Me: I’ve been thinking about you, about what happened on my porch the other night.

He takes a moment to respond.

you feeling unsafe? Victor said he was going

eyes at Edgar.

we were doing before we found the note. The thing for which we needed

the front window. Did Victor really increase the patrols that quick? When I look to the left, I see that Pete is in fact there,

dings and I look back down, happy to see that Edgar has decided

about you too. Thinking

yeah? What do you want to do to

giggle and settle in

could think of

being shy. Time to take it up a

Hmmm. Well, I want you to lift up my skirt and then bend me over your knee so that you can spank that ass, like I’m a bad girl. What do

Edgar: Jesus christ, Evelyn

I pushed it

I’m at home and not at work. What else

he’s playing along, and snuggle down into

girl, you’re going to have to punish

do anything like this. Victor is so wound up usually – so strict. But honestly,

I look down

teach you a lesson. Of course,

my reply as fast

right now,

I’d take this big d**k out and run it

here I was thinking that I’d have to help

open my mouth, and run my tongue over every inch of that c**k.

What do you think about taking this to a phone call? If I’m going to make

giggle and call him immediately. He picks

hard?” I ask, my voice

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