"I just know Jack will surprise you someday, and fuck hard you like a pathetic, useless slut, just like the way he fucks me."Chelsea smiled. "I hope s..., sweetie." He will, Mom," Emily said, her eyes shining with excitement. "He will." What's it like?" Chelsea blurted out suddenly. Baffled, Emily stared at her mother blankly, not understanding the question at all."What's ... what's, um, what like, Mom?" Emily asked in puzzlement."What's being with ... what's fucking Jack like?" Chelsea said. A. I blinked at the sudden memory and felt the hairs on the back of my neck bristle with electricity as I tried not to stare at her.Thankfully, Janet was in charge. As usual. "Shall we?" she urged as she stepped to one side, "Mr. Sloane, perhaps you can help Miss. Macallister to find her seat?" Uh, sure," I nodded and did a sort of ass first side step with my coffee in one hand and snack in the other.Janet took Heather's hand and guided her to where I was standing. There was a faint blush on her. Time was of the essence. I had perhapsanother day or two or maybe even three. The directions said that itwasn't predictable. Although each vial would last a little longer, itimpossible to guess how long it affect me. And if, for some reason, Iwere to take two vials it would be even less predictable.I stepped into the shower and stood under the spray, still somewhat awareof a lessened sensitivity in my body. I wet my hair, conscious of howanother inch or two had grown from the night, as I. I tell her how Ethan found the texts, and how he made a move on me. I had to carefully articulate how I didn't know at first... and how completely awful I felt. But ultimately, things had ended between them and started with Ethan and I. “So you’re not a homewrecker?” she asks, sounding hopeful, echoing my exact thoughts when I found out. I shrug and shake my head. “I guess not.” “Oh my God,” she says thinking this through some more. After a minute she breaks the silence. “It was good?” she.