CHAPTER 18

Chapter 18

“My wife’s only twenty, so I know. But what’s the issue?” shrugs Dane. I think for a moment of how to phrase my

concerns.

“There isn’t really one,” I muse. “It’s more that I’ve actively been ignoring her because I’d written her off. Like I said, too young, too much work, my ex’s daughter, yada yada yada. And I don’t want to be dealing with teenage drama if she somehow ends up getting her heart broken. But I went along with it because obviously, the sex was good.”

“Dude, exactly,” agrees Dane. “She literallyforced herself into your bed.”

“Well, forced is a little strong,” I amend. “But still, this is fucked–up because Chrissy’s my ex’s daughter. She’s eighteen. What if she accidentally gets pregnant? I don’t exactly want to become a father.”

“Yeah,” grins Dane, “but of course, there’s a solution to that.”

“Condoms?” I ask in a wry tone. “No fucking way. She better be on the pill.”

“No, dumbass,” jokes Dane. “Anal.” This makes me grin, but I shake my head.

“You’re such an asshole,” I grunt. “Shit, fucking her ass while pretending she’s a doll? That’s too fucked up.”

Dane shrugs.

“Just saying. She won’t get pregnant from some deep backdoor action.”

“Maybe so,” I muse. “If Chrissy’s down to play sex doll again, maybe Ishouldfuck her in the ass instead. Is that what you’re saying?”

“Yep,” nods Dane, unperturbed by my crude words. “At least you won’t get her pregnant that way.”

“True,” I agree. “And if she’s not into anal, then the game will be up. Chrissy’s not great at hiding her reactions to the sex. If she starts protesting, then we can stop all this play shit. After all, if she’s not into performing like a sex doll, then she shouldn’t pretend to be one. No one gets to have their cake and eat it too.”

“Like I said,” Dane chuckles, shaking his head in mock disgust with me. “You’re an asshole.”

I laugh and change the subject, and Dane and I continue the conversation, drinking beers and talking about our businesses. Yet I n’t shake the feeling that there’s something off about this game Chrissy started with me. I told Dane that I didn’t care what Chrissy thought of the sex dolls, but I do, even if it’s just a little bit. Whenever she’s in the house, I try to be really quiet when using them and at least a little discreet. I’d hate it if she discovered me with them, although I can’t put my finger on why, exactly.

You’re totally screwed, Brad, a voice in my head whispers.The situation has already spun out of control.

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