I figured I may as well be my step-mom again. At least I had some idea of my surroundings then, I knew her instincts could control me and even being screwed by Enrique hadn't been all bad. It would be better than sitting around here looking like Mark's squeeze and inviting every jock in the college to hit on me.
"I may as well be Simone," I told Mark.
"No problems, bud. Let's get to it and I promise I'll work my ass of to get this all sorted for you," he tried to reassure me.
Once more I felt that tingling...