TITLE    : The Thirteenth Step Ch. 02
STORYID  : the-thirteenth-step-ch-02
SUMMARY  : Seductress corrupts a married sex addict's support network.
AUTHOR   : Just_the_tip@lit
DATE     : 2012-03-16
CATEGORY : non-consent-stories
FLAGS    : h
TAGS     : |priest|cheating husband|impregnation|sexual addiction|reluctance|tiitty fucking|betrayal|succubus|blowjob|


<em>(This story is posted on the Literotica website. Do not repost anywhere else without the author's consent. If you like authors like TheTalkMan, seducedhylas, Wannabeboytoy, temptanddestroy, Onlyafantasy, and Darkbetrayal then you know what to expect. If not, just know that this deals with seduction, betrayal, sex addiction, and cheating. Fair warning!) </em>



(Isa) 



Ever since she accidentally bumped into Ralph Turner at the local community center, Isa had been obsessed with the married man. There wasn't anything truly remarkable about him: mid thirties, still had his hair, and hadn't let himself go. What bothered her was how he seemed immune to her charms. 



Still, she sensed that his aloofness belied a fear of her aggressive sexuality. After stalking the poor man, she learned he was a recovering sex addict. The idea that this man had a history of sexual appetites that caused him to deny himself for years turned her on immensely. 



After unsuccessfully trying to seduce him directly, she had decided to apply a lesson from the Art of War and destroy his support network starting with the facilitator of his 12-step group. Once she all but raped the man, she was able to blackmail him into telling her everything about Ralph Turner. The stage was now set for the next phase of her attack on his sexual sobriety. 



Isa Noisewater yawned and stretched while seated at the monitor of her laptop pert, C-cup breasts rising then falling in a breathy sigh. With a manicured finger, she pushed her long, auburn hair over her tiny ear. Her emerald green eyes twinkled with mischief as she read over her handiwork. 



Biting her full, lower lip in concentration, she typed a few more sentences then hit "send". She couldn't help but give a sinister chuckle to her empty apartment. 



(Tosca) 



You have 1 new friend request 



"Ralph Turner? Why you sly old dog!". Tosca Rinotto held her phone out from beneath the smock draped over her while an intern removed the pancake makeup from her face. Using the other hand, she quickly typed a message on his wall. 



"So did you finally grow a pair and leave that bitchy wife of yours? You must have if you're risking 'friending' me. P.S. post a picture of yourself, I want to see that fucking hot bod of yours again." 



After she finished the message, the makeup was gone revealing her pretty face. With large, brown eyes and lips like Angelina Jolie, Tosca was a leading lady. She had the fair complexion of a girl from Manchester, but the dark hair and temper of her Italian father. She was currently living her dream acting in a Shakespearian company in Southern California. 



Backstage at the production of Much Ado About Nothing it was lively. Several fellow cast members congratulated her on her way to the dressing room and she returned the compliment when it was deserved. 



Closing the door, she lifted the heavy, formal dress above her head and onto a stand in the corner that helped it keep it's shape. She started unloading the corset next and soon her natural D breasts were free from their prison. 



She hadn't thought about Ralph in years. They had a brief affair back when she was twenty and still working as a cashier in his restaurant and struggling to become an actress. He was one of those hot guys that married early to some bitch who didn't appreciate him. 



They had clicked immediately, trading Monty Python quotes and stealing glances at one another. Group trips to the movies soon turned into just the two of them. One fateful night he got the nerve to invite her over when his wife was out of town. After sharing a bottle of wine, she finally mentioned the "elephant in the room" and they fucked like badgers in his marriage bed. 



She read his message again: "Now that I'm a free man, I'd love to see that sexy body of yours again. Think you could send 'personal' message to my old email address?" 



Cheeky pervert! She smiled. It was the least she could do to support him making the right decision. She knew his taste for the taboo pretty well and she was working on a few ideas even before she got home. Wouldn't he be surprised when he found out she was looking better than ever. 



Where was that makeup artist? She had some wicked ideas about how to make this better. 



(Ralph) 



The name on the email looked familiar, so he opened it. There was a video titled, "Impure" which struck him as odd, but maybe it was someone from his support group. 



A young woman with long, chestnut hair sat in front of the camera, head bend in prayer. She looked up and a chill shot through Ralph when he recognized the face. Tosca?! Seeing her brought an unwelcome thrill of excitement followed closely by the learned response of shame as memories of their affair came unbidden. 



"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned," Tosca began, her pouty lips shining red against her alabaster skin. 



"It's been 2 weeks since my last confession." 



There was a pause as if she was listening to someone off camera, although no voice could be heard. 



"I've had...impure thoughts, Father. Thoughts most sinful." Ralph had forgotten how much her British accent turned him on. Before she spoke again, he watched her tongue subtly trace under her top lip. 



"I've been fantasizing about seducing a committed man, you see. Someone very close to me." She smiled, but quickly returned to her penitent tone. 



"The thought of tempting him to break his vows has given me...inappropriate feelings. Bad feelings," she stared deep into the camera and thus directly at him sitting his office. 



"Naughty feelings." Ralph's heart was hammering and his dick was instantly hard. Meanwhile, Tosca was unbuttoning her starched, white blouse to reveal the tops of her massive, natural tits. 



"I fantasize that if I show this man my breasts, he might reconsider his decision," she kept unbuttoning her school uniform until those milky white orbs were hanging on for dear life and just the trace of areola could be seen over the edge of fabric. 



"I know it's wrong to ask, but would you like to see my breasts, Father?" She asked innocently. 



Ralph let out an involuntary moan. This woman really knew his weaknesses. He knew he should stop watching, but he couldn't. The thought of seeing those tits again after years was just too tempting. 



Just as his former adulteress was pulling her catholic school-girl blouse back over her shoulders, his wife peeked her head in the room. Shit! As part of his recovery, he no longer locked the door to his office, so he had little time to recover. As he made eye contact with his wife Lily, he exited the movie and hastily deleted it. 



"Just wanted to see how much longer you were going to stay up. I'm going to bed now, myself," she said cheerily. Ralph's face felt flush, but he hoped the light from the desk lamp wouldn't show it. 



"Oh, good idea, Hon. I'll be right there after I answer one last email." 



She blew him a kiss. If she suspected anything, she didn't show it. Once again, he was left alone in his office and Ralph was freaking out. How could he watch that video for that long? Why did she all the sudden decide to email him? He wished now that he hadn't deleted the email. Maybe she explained herself in the video. Who was he kidding? He just wanted to watch the rest of it. It was hard to admit to himself, but seeing her like that instantly transported him back to that year with her. 



As Ralph crawled into bed, he debated bringing Lily into the problem he was having. Instead, he tried to proposition her for sex to perhaps clear his mind. She declined because she was having her period and he went to sleep frustrated. 



The thing about Ralph was, he had a very vivid imagination. When properly inspired, his creative side knew no bounds, especially when it came to sex. Early in their marriage, he an Lily tried role playing, but she lacked the kinky side he had. He quickly dropped it and they'd ben making love in one of three positions ever since. In the darkness of his bedroom, listening to the snores of his beloved wife, Ralph did his best to push the sinful thoughts from his mind. 



The dream picked up where the video left off. 



"Forgive me Father, for I have sinned." 



His mind's eye in the dream was once again trained on the cleavage of the young confessor. Once again, she was in a classic Catholic schoolgirl's outfit but this time it was even smaller. Her large, pale breasts were practically bulging over the top. Her head was still bowed in humility. The plaid skirt barely covering the tops of her porcelain legs. He had the strong impression that he was the priest, even though he wasn't even Catholic. He accepted it with the ease of a dreamer. 



After a few moments of silence passed, he smelled a sudden burst of darkness, orchids, and sex. The effect was befuddling, but he heard his own disembodied voice say from the other side of the confessional. 



"Go on,my child." 



Then, several things happened at once. The young Tosca's face snapped up to face the window, her brown eyes now as black as sin. Her auburn hair slowly darkened from root to end to match, Her skin drained of what little color there was left until it shone bone white and impossibly smooth. 



"I am NOT your 'child', Father Turner!" 



For the first time, he saw himself edging away from the window so he could no longer see her. He could still smell the dark orchids and hear her panting breaths for an awkwardly long silence. He was afraid to look into that window for fear of the effect it would have on him. His religious training taught him to pray to regain focus. This woman was obviously possessed and therefore in dire need of your help. 



"Faaaather." a young voice teased from the other side of the window, "are you still there? You never answered my question: do you want to see my breasts. They're ever so lovely." 



Despite his better judgement, he edged forward to peer through thin mesh window that separated them. You need to know what you are facing, he told himself. Immediately, he recognized his mistake. Her dead, black eyes locked onto his and he was trapped.  



"Is this what you want?" 



She ripped her blouse open, sending buttons to the confessional floor. To his horror, you see that a pentagram disgraced each, pert nipple. 



"What have you done to your body?!" 



"Do you like it?" she asked, tracing a fingernail around a nipple, her full lips in an evil sneer. 



"No! It's blasphemous!" 



"Then why are you staring? Hmmm? Could it be you want to see more? Do you want to touch them?" 



With those words, the thin wall between them vanished and he was suddenly trapped in a box with a woman possessed. He somehow knew even before he looked, but the door leading out was gone too. The smell of sex intensified. He couldn't avoid it just like he couldn't stop looking at the pentagrams on her chest. Was it his imagination or did the symbols seem to spin slowly with a life of their own? 



"Touch me, Father. Take the next step." 



You must resist, he told himself. This has become a fight for your eternal soul. 



"Fine, then. I will come to you." she moved with an unnatural speed, launching herself towards the priest and pinning him to the wall. He banged the back of his head painfully as she shoved her ample chest into his shocked face, instantly smothering him before he could take a breath. Ralph struggled to free himself, but she was supernaturally strong. In the darkness of her bosom, he was suffocating on the scent of rotting flowers. Stars were bursting in the blackness behind his tearing eyes. He was desperate for air. 



Despite the fact that her milky white tits are covering his ears, her voice came through clear and as smooth as sin, 



"Drink me," she commanded. 



At first, he was confused. The pressure on his head didn't let up, but a nipple was now outside his closed lips. All reason told him "no", but he was beyond reason. He opened his mouth and an engorged nipple popped in. 



"Drink me," she repeated and he obeyed. With the instinct of a newborn infant, he sucked and swallowed, gagging on the taste. The liquid burned in his mouth like scotch. It tasted like the color black and he desperately wanted to spit it out, but his mouth was still smothered and covered. Once it started, the acrid fluid sprayed forth like a broken dam. It's all he could do not to drown, but to swallow and swallow the foul stuff. The effect was immediate. Like a double dose of Viagra and booze, he was at once inebriated and horny as hell, despite his situation. 



He stopped trying to breath and relaxed, slumping into his corner on the bench while he nursed on the hellion. The possessed Tosca ran her fingers through his hair. The gesture both calmed and excited Ralph. She leaned back, freeing his head, but he continued to suckle on her demonic teet. Opening his eyes, he started when he was reminded of the pagan symbol he was all but worshiping, but she soothed him back into submission. 



"Shhhhh. It's OK. It's OK," 



He was loosing track of time now. Her breast was gone and he could breathe. He looked sleepily around and noticed that he was naked and she was licking and biting his nipples. When she saw him looking down into her eyes of ebony, she grinned an evil grin and kissed him with her hot mouth. Her tongue snaked it's way into his mouth and he received the best kiss of his life. It wasn't long until he was kissing back and your breaths synced together in an animalistic pant. 



"Can I touch your dick, Father?" she returned to furiously kissing him, hands tugging on his hair. 



"Hmmm?" he could barely process the request, but it sank in. 



"You have to give me permission, Father. If you let me touch it, I can make you feel sooo gooood." her breasts were rubbing against his sensitive chest. 



His dick was rock hard from her ministrations, but he realized that, until now, she hasn't touched it yet. What's the difference now, you ask himself in a fugue. But part of him knew better. Part of him knew that there was an important boundary and he wanted her to cross it. It was so hard to think with her kissing him, hands cupped around his face. 



"I know what you are," he said in a moment of clarity. She stopped kissing him immediately. 



"I name you, demon. Succubus," she scowled at him. 



"So make your choice, Father," she asks with a note of defeat, as though she knows your answer. 



In that moment where good overcomes the seductions of evil, when all the years of religious training have prepared him for this test are realized he says, 



"Yes, you can." 



As soon as your words left his mouth, he regretted them. Did he really just say that? Her scowl turned to delight and she glowed with an unholy light. The pentagrams on her tits spun wildly and he had the definite sensation that he had stepped foot into her world. She stared down at his erect member with reverence and literally drooled onto it. Her venomous spit burned painfully and somehow made him so hard it hurt. 



"Wait. I change my...", he feebly backpedaled. 



"You can CHANGE nothing, mortal! You're mine now." her voice boomed with power. She had transformed even further: her pale skin, now alabaster and the tongue that darted out to lick her pale lips was long, black and forked. The rest of her eyes were now black and they locked onto his as she moved her head down to his painful groin. 



"You feel that?" she mocked as she roughly grabbed the base of his cock. 



"That is the result of your sin. For years you have denied your true nature and now it aches to be released. You have made this possible and the consequences will be terrible," she laughed an ear-splitting laugh and lowered her furnace of a mouth onto the head of his dick. 



"No! Please don't. It was a mistake and I..." but this was the moment when her white-hot demonic flesh touched his and he nearly blacked out from the ecstasy. 



She no longer wasted time with words, as she lowered herself all the way down his shaft like no human in your life ever could. She lingered on the base, entire dick down her slender, white throat and he felt that forked tongue curl around his dick, around his balls, and straight through to tease his asshole. 



He balked, trying to squirm away. She laughed at his pitiful resistance. With him in her mouth, the vibrations run through his whole body. Her tongue retracted, and she slid up and down the shaft with languid strokes in her impossibly tight and hot mouth while she stared at him, daring him to stop her. 



"Please. Please," Ralph begged. But he didn't know if he was asking her to keep going or stop. She picked up the pace, sliding over the full length of his shaft over and over again in a frenzied fellatio. 



"I command you to STOP," he didn't know where it came from, but he had summoned the last of his resistance and she obeyed. Now that she stopped, he felt just how close he was to cumming. Her eyebrows are raised as if to ask 'what's next' and he realized he had no idea. Taking advantage of the lull, she simply moved her breasts around the base of his dick, so only the head peeked out of the top. The arcane symbols were spinning franticly around each nipple. Slowly and without loosing eye contact, she squeezed the sides of her tits with her pale hands and a single drop of pre-cum budded on the tip of his penis. It glowed pearly-white in this otherworld she's taken him to. He had the feeling he was looking at something more precious than jizz. 



"That's a bit of your soul, Love. Just one little drop of it," with that, her black tongue curled out and gently scooped it up and into her waiting mouth. She closed her eyes in rapture. 



"...and now you will never get that part of you back. You think you're so strong, then take your dick out from between my tits, Father. Take it out and keep what's left of your soul," 



She waited patiently, while he waged war on himself. It's your immortal soul, part of him cried out! Ralph understood the consequences, but his hips moved with a mind all their own. They started with microscopic movements up and down the impossibly soft cleft of her tits. The effect was electric in intensity. She nodded her head to tell whatever part of you is doing this to keep going. Ralph gazed in horror as his own body betrayed him to the delights of her damned flesh. 



"So you want me to swallow your soul, then?" she asked as he continued. His head shook 'no' while his hips kept going. She laughed and drooled more her foul spit into the gap of her boobs and onto his traitorous dick. It burned anew and swelled beyond any level of hardness he experienced before. He stared into her dead eyes, and saw himself in their distorted reflection. He looked desperate and conflicted. Despite this, his hips picked up speed and she took this as his answer. 



"Good boy! Just keep going...keep going and you'll be all mine. All mine. Does that feel good?" 



All he could do was whimper pathetically in the face of such overwhelming pleasure. She refused to break eye contact with him as if she were daring him to stop. 



"The pleasure only last a little while," she warned as he thrust in the cleft between her tits that had become painfully hot. "After you cum, I'll swallow your soul and you'll be trapped in me forever in hellish agony. But even that won't make you stop now, will it?" 



This new torture twisted his pleasure and reminded him of what was at stake when all he wanted was to forget. This succubus kept appealing to his conscience like she was trying to force it to see how weak it was when faced with her corporeal pleasures. 



"Ooh. I feel it building up inside you now. Not long now...not long until you're all mine. Tell me you want to give your soul to me!" the demonesse commanded. 



"I want to...I want to give my soul to you!" she had broken him down to the point where he would say anything, do anything just to experience such an intense release. His hips were bucking furiously. She rewarded him by accepting the tip of his cock in her fanged mouth again over and over again on the upstroke. The experience was too much and he launched past the point of no return. Instead of just semen, it felt like his whole being was stored in his balls and with a primordial scream everything spewed into her open, laughing mouth. All his hopes and dreams, all his morals and beliefs disappeared down the hellish portal of her throat leaving him empty. So empty. 

<hr pg="2" />Ralph slowly opened his eyes in the bed beside his loving wife and sighed. That video of his former mistress must have unleashed the fury of his pent-up imagination. On a hunch, he lifted the sheets and found that he had cum in his sleep. Thankfully, it was mostly contained in his boxers. Cursing himself, he carefully slid out of bed and hid the boxers on the bottom of his laundry bin, dressed himself, and went downstairs to cook Lilly some breakfast. He knew it was a gesture born out of guilt, but he needed to focus on anything besides sex. He was slipping into a pattern of behavior he though he'd left behind. 



It was later that afternoon when he finally got around to calling his sponsor, Stu. 



"Stu, you there?" 



"(silence)....yeah, yeah hey Ralph" 



"I've got to talk to you man. You know that weird stalker I was telling you about? Between her and this video I just got I feel like I might fall off the wagon, man. I need to talk." 



"(grunt)...Ralph, I'm gonna have to call you back." 



"Stu! This is important!", but his friend had already hung up. 



(Stu) 



"I can't believe I just blew off my friend. What am I doing? Listen, we have to stop," 



"Believe it. You'd do anything for this pussy now, wouldn't you?" asked a triumphant Isa as she languidly rode the married man's cock cowgirl style. 



"Oh yeah," agreed Stu and he cupped the mysterious stranger's perfect ass as she ground into him. 



"Good, because you're going to prove it," that said, she slid off him and disappeared out his bedroom door. 



Stu still couldn't believe it. Not 15 minutes ago, he had woken up in his marriage bed to the sensation of a sloppy blowjob. Thinking it was his wife, Annette, he sat back and enjoyed the unexpected treat. Pleasure turned to doubt when he realized this head was too good to be his sweet, but repressed wife. If anything, it reminded him of his first wife. She was a real slut, but ended up cheating on him with a friend just a year into their mariage. Now Stu mentored men struggling with sexual sin so people could avoid the pain he went through with his divorce. 



His thoughts were interrupted when the beautiful stranger dragged his wife into their bedroom, tied to a kitchen chair and very much awake. This was a surprise to Stu because when he asked the mysterious woman sucking his dick where his wife was, she had promised him she couldn't hear what they were doing. From the look on her face, he knew she had heard just how easily he was seduced in his own bedroom. 



"Stu, how could you?!" 



"Honey, I'm sorry." he explained. Turning to his seductress, he said, " Listen we've got to stop right now. I can't do this..." 



"Like hell you can't," she countered, jumping into their bed again. She immediately grabbed his now flaccid member still lubricated with her pussy juice and started stroking him roughly. 



"Stu! Make her stop!" 



"Yeah, Stu, make me stop." Isa mocked as she expertly brought him back to hardness in seconds. Stu looked to his bound wife, then his seductress. 



"Oh, that's right. He doesn't want to. It doesn't matter if his wifey is watching or not." The whole scene seemed to be turning Isa on because she was grabbing her tits roughly. "Now look into your wife's sad little eyes while I suck your married cock!" 



Annette started to cry as the wanton stranger pushed him onto his back and brought her face up to his erect member. When she saw him staring down at her she snapped, "Look at her when I do this!" 



Reluctantly, he tore his eyes from the whore slobbering on his manhood to the puffy eyes of his otherwise attractive wife. His look softened as he composed his apology. No sooner did he open his mouth that Isa devoured his dick turning his apology into a gasp of pleasure. Forced to maintain eye contact with her, his face betrayed the bliss he was experiencing. Any attempt to apologize was met with an increase in the intensity of the blow-job. 



"Why, Stu? Why?" 



"I'm sorr....uhhhgg ohmygod." 



"Now tell her how much you like this or I'll stop." Isa commanded, his dickhead connected to her lips with a bridge of spit 



"This is so fucking good, Honey." Stu admitted. Isa sucked up the spit with a sloppy noise and rewarded him with a minute of frenzied fellatio. 



Annette began to sob openly and despite receiving the best blowjob of his life, Stu started to have second thoughts. 



"We were supposed to keep trying to have kids." Annette said in a tiny voice. 



Moved by this reminder of his wife's vulnerability, Stu pushed Isa back off his cock and reached out for Annette. 



Not to be deterred, Isa laughed. "So she's barren as well as a bad fuck. Oh Stu, you married down didn't you?" 



After gently stroking his wife's teary face, Stu backhanded the destructive stranger in their bedroom, sending Isa onto her back, head against the headboard. He wasted no time, pinning her hands behind her. 



Annette cheered at the sudden role reversal, straining against the ropes strapped her to the chair. "That's it, Honey! Show that bitch who's boss!" Isa was quiet, the reddened welt beginning to show on her beautiful face. 



"This is OVER, you evil bitch." Stu announced. Annette was grinning ear to ear. His hands were holding Isa's wrists above her head while his naked body was positioned over hers. 



"What are you going to do, call the cops? The only crime here is how frigid your wife is." 



"That's exactly what I'm going to do." Stu was breathing heavily.



(Isa) 



Isa was turned on by the sudden reversal, but she didn't know how serious he was. Her devious mind quickly formed a new plan of attack .



"Once again you're going to have someone else come in and do the work for you." 



"What?" Stu asked, looking shocked and furious. 



"Just like with your first wife, a real man has to step in and do the work for you. You don't have the balls to finish this." 



Stu's face was flush with anger. With all the excitement, he was still erect. 



"Don't listen to her Stu." Annette warned. 



"Yeah, don't listen to me. Listen to your little wifey. Just go back to being pussy-whipped and leave the whores to the real men." 



"Shut the fuck up!" He was face to face with Isa, body hovering over hers. 



"Or what? You're gonna hit me again. You can't hurt me. You're a fucking wimp!" 



With a visceral scream, Stu thrust violently into her, his face distorted with primal anger. 



"Stu, what are you doing? Stop!" But Stu was deaf to Annette's bleating. He was an animal with one purpose: to use his dick to punish this woman who reminded him so much of his first wife. He pistoned over and over again going balls deep and driving her into the mattress. 



Between thrusts, Isa addressed Annette, "He's not going to stop because he knows what a real pussy feels like now. You lose!" 



Stu was oblivious to the conversation as he rutted and grunted, driven to his most base instincts. Isa encouraged him by raking her nails down his back and pulling his ass into her. 



"I'm cumming!" Isa announced, but Stu kept driving at full speed. For a few moments, Isa's screams of pleasure mixed with the cries of agony from Stu's distraught wife. 



"Fuck me! Fuck me! Make me pregnant! Give me the baby your wife can't give you!"



This final betrayal cut through his animalistic fugue and he began to slow down. 



"Please don't cum in her, Stu!" his wife begged.



"I....won't. I'll pull out, I promise." he started to hammer away again, intent on ending this soon but oblivious to the crazy logic involved. 



"You think you can resist me? You can't resist me. You fucking love cheating with me in front of your wife! You won't stop because you don't want to, do you?!"



"You're wrong. You're wrong." he chanted as he felt the point of no return arrive. True to his word, he stopped pumping and withdrew his trembling member only to have Isa grab his ass and push him back in balls deep. His face registered shock and hers a deeply evil leer. 



"Get the fuck off me you crazy bitch!" he lifted himself up, but she continued to grind against him, legs wrapped tightly around him. 



"Give it to me, Daddy!" she spat in his ear as he struggled against her. 



"No, Stu, NO!" Annette wailed.



"YES, Stu, YES" Isa screamed in their suburban bedroom. 



"I'm sorry Honey, I'm cumming...I'M CUMMING" he stopped trying to remove the slut underneath him and instead collapsed on top of her. Isa continued to milk him with her pelvis, holding his head to her neck like a tender lover while he pumped load after load of semen into her. She whispered to him, "You know you wanted this. You might tell her your sorry, but we'll both know you're not." With that, she bit his ear playfully. 



Annette was quietly sobbing when he rolled off her sweaty body. Isa wasted no time during his post-coital weakness to progress her evil plan for Ralph Turner. With one hand, she suddenly produced a digital camera and held it out while she kissed Stu on the cheek. She stood up and took another picture of him laying in his defiled marriage bed. 



"This is how it's going to be, Stu. I'm going to call you tomorrow night and tell you what I need you to do on Sunday morning, so leave your calendar open. If you call the cops or don't answer, I'll make sure all your religious friends see these pics."



"What if you're pregnant?" Annette asked miserably.



Isa leaned into the woman's ear and whispered a short sentance. Annette responded with a new wave of sobbing as the woman who destroyed her marriage sauntered out of their bedroom. Isa made her way out of their house and to her car parked outside. She paused to post a quick Facebook message from Ralph. 



Enjoy tonight Ralph Turner, Isa thought to herself because it's your last night as a happily-married man.