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to play? Have you been teasing yourself? Playing while you waited to come to us?”
    Because her words were hypnotizing and the way she held my eye compelling, I told her. Told her what I’d done with Mary-Jane. The games we’d played. She listening intently, her eyes on me the whole time. After I’d had finished she continued to watch me.
    “All of us. All of us form our sexuality in our own way. How it’s formed is important. I was lucky enough to find Lucas. Together we found our pleasure, played our games in safety. In love.”
    Her voice lowered, her hand shifted to rest on my shoulder, and then lightly it traced down my back. “The right kink. Watching. Spanking…” Mrs. D lifted her hand, and then swished it through the air. I flinched waiting for the contact that never came. “Kinks like those imprint on your sexuality. As solid as a handprint in wet concrete. They’re with you forever.”
    She put her hand back on my shoulder and guided me around on the stool to face her, “Jacob. These imprints we make along our sexual journey, they can be a pleasure we have forever. A comfort we use to tease ourselves. A switch we use to turn ourselves on. Or they can be a lifelong torment. A source of shame. It depends very much on how we form those imprints. Who we do them with.”
    I understood she was saying something important. About how I was acting with Mary-Jane and more than that, how she would act with me. I nodded.
    “You understand don’t you Jacob? That you must be gentle with this girl. Let her know what she feels is natural. What she needs is not dirty. It’s not wrong. You’ve ripped open a need in her and you must make sure it doesn’t overwhelm her. We won’t let it overwhelm you.”
    “Thank you.”
    She leaned into me and pressed a cool kiss on my lips.
    “Come now. It’s time. We’ll wait for him in the bedroom. He’ll be home soon.”
    * * * *
    I heard his footsteps down the hall. It was only when Mrs. D lay a hand across my thigh that I realized I’d been nervously tapping my foot. I stilled myself and waited. The door opened with a bang. It was clear that he’d been expecting some game, some kind of play. He’d come home in the role of the angry husband—like I’d seen him that first time. His shoulders squared, his chest out, hands clenched tight at his sides. He faltered when he saw me. Stopped and stared.
    “Lissy?” He said her name like a question and he looked from me to her.
    When she got up from where we’d been sitting on the side of the bed I followed her lead and stood too.
    “Jacob’s here to tell you something. To confess.” She put her hand on my back, just above my butt and pushed me forward. Towards him. I knew then what she wanted me to do.
    “I’m sorry Mr. D.”
    “Sorry Jacob, what for?” He sounded uncertain.
    “For watching you. You and Mrs. D.”
    “You’ve been watching?” He spoke slowly, he didn’t sound angry. His eyes weren’t on me. They were on his wife.
    Mrs. D moved forward. Now she was standing just in front of me, to my right. The belt of her robe had come open. I could see the curve of her breast, round and heavy. “He’s been standing outside our window Lucas. Watching us.”
    He said nothing. He just stood. His eyes on Mrs. D. I desperately wanted him to look at me, and feared it all at once. I could hear my breath. Rasping loud and I wondered if they could hear it too.
    “Tell him Jacob. Tell him what you saw.” She directed me.
    “I saw her touching herself. Mrs. D, here on the bed.” His eyes locked on mine and what I saw there, the flicker of need that burned in his blue eyes gave me a rush of power. “I saw you come home Mr. D. I saw you spank her.”
    “And what did you do while you watched?” Mr. D asked. And there it was. The voice that I wanted. The commanding and angry tone. His lip had curled in a snarl and his eyes were locked on mine. Angry. Lustful.
    The flash of wanting that surged through me made me sway.