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By FoxFaceStories

A Commission for Camden Levy

It’s been many years since best friends Hank and Ian were sucked into the cursed anime show Getaway Harem Trouble, and turned into the crazed yandere Misaki and the ordinary harem anime protagonist Akishi respectively. Having ‘disposed’ of the competition long ago, Misaki has become the obsessive wife of her former best friend and even given him children. But now their eldest daughter has a crush, and Misaki wants to go to extreme measures to make sure her daughter gets a boyfriend. Very extreme measures.

Yandere for You - Epilogue

I was giddy as I rode my gorgeous man on our bed. Even after all these years, I never got tired of having him all to myself, nor of having his big, hard dick inside of me.

“Yessssss,” I moaned. “I’m close, Akishi! Oh God, I’m so fucking close! Mhmm!”

“Me too! God, you still feel so amazing, Misaki. You’ve become such a beautiful MILF, my love.”

I gyrated my hips against him, letting his cock all the way in and then back out again, before taking his length fully back inside of me. I lowered down to kiss him even as we kept thrusting together. My bright pink anime hair framed his face, the hair I gained so long ago when we were sucked into the anime Getaway Harem Trouble! together. When I was turned into the busty, beautiful, and fucking insane Misaki, and he became the harem protagonist Akishi, slim and plain-faced and a perfectly ordinary audience surrogate, and yet the target of my new obsessions all the same. I’d gotten rid of the competition to get my friend back, and make him mine. I’d thrown the last rival, Reika, straight off of a cliff into stormy waters. And then I’d claimed him, my Akishi, and I’d been his ever since.

I lowered myself further, resting my huge tits against his chest and letting them rub against his skin. It sent little pulses of pleasure through my body. God, my big beautiful boobs were so damn sensitive. They always had been, ever since I’d been turned into an anime hottie. But these days they were even more responsive, thanks to my four pregnancies. More sensitive, and even bigger. Practically head-sized. My husband squeezed and groped them as I kissed him. I moaned into his mouth.

“I’m your MILF,” I told him, practically hissing the words. “All yours. Just like you’re all mine. I’ll never let anyone get between us.”

It was my version of romantic. I couldn’t help myself. My change had warped my mind way back then, twenty years ago. I wouldn’t be able to fight my obsession for this man even if I wanted to, and why would I want to fight it? He made me so happy. His very existence gave mine meaning. And he truly was mine, just like I was his.

I’d kill anyone who tried to say otherwise.

“Ahhh,” he groaned. “I’m about to cum.”

I rose back up, sitting up right as I continued to ride him, my big breasts flopping about, his hands still planted on my tits and cupping them.

“Cum in m-me!” I cried. “Do it quickly! I want your seed inside meeeeee!”

My hair went red, and I knew my irises were as well. They always changed to that crimson colour when I got too obsessive. It was the freaky, violent yandere inside of me. Even my vision turned red, violence creeping into my blood. The very thought of anyone taking my husband away filled me with rage, and that rage fuelled my arousal.

“You’re all MIIIIIINE!” I cried, and as I did, the orgasms crashed through me, making us both gasp. He throbbed inside of me, streams of his jizz ejaculating into my depths. I couldn’t even remember if I’d taken my birth control, but at this moment, I didn’t much care. I was forty years old at this point anyway. I’d already gotten knocked up and birthed my husband’s beautiful children four times. I doubted I was going to get preggers again, but even if I did, I wouldn’t mind. The idea of making sure my husband was tied even more to me, unable to ever leave me, and with his bloodline perpetuated further in this strange anime-style world . . . the very idea made my vision go even redder. I would kill for my children, and my husband, and for the very idea of a future baby.

Most of all, I’d kill to get one last fuck in before the kids got back from school.

Unfortunately, that was not the case. As we lay together in bed naked, me cuddling him so hard he was wincing a little, my pink hair draped over his form, my Akishi stroked my back lovingly.

“I’m so glad you won that contest, all those years ago.”

“Mmmhmm, me too,” I cooed, still hugging him. “I’m glad I got turned into your sexy anime dreamgirl. Just like you became my dream man.”

“Well, I think that was more you being compelled to follow anime conventions. I didn’t exactly turn into a mega handsome dude. Just a fairly ordinary one.”

“No, you’re my dream man. And you’ve got a dream dick to go in my dream pussy.”

He smiled. I lived for that smile. I’d murder anyone who took it away. “It’s been a good life, hasn’t it?”

“It has. I told you I’d never let anyone get between us, and I meant it.”

At this, he frowned a little. “Did you have to terrify the hell out of Sakura, though?”

“Who?”

“Hana’s soccer coach. Hana really liked her. I don’t think she appreciated you talking so much about knives. Or how you cut her brakes and made her crash.”

I winced. So he knew about that. Damn. 

“I was just noticing how she kept looking at you so sweetly. She touched your chest, honey. She was flirting with you.”

“Yes, but I turned her down.”

“And I crashed her downtown. We’re a team!”

He shook his head. “I guess I can’t blame you. You’re a yandere archetype.”

“That’s me! Now let’s enjoy some hot yandere sex before-”

Sure enough, the door opened downstairs, setting off a chime that was there as our personal warning system.

“Whoop!” Akishi exclaimed, jumping out of bed. “Quickly, time to get changed!”

The clamour and shrieking of our children carried on downstairs. Their four girls were a whirlwind of excitement, and by the time we’d cleaned ourselves up, gotten dressed again, and covered up any scent of our recent ‘activities’, we had descended down into the living room to find our three younger daughters all ganging up on Chiyo, our eldest daughter.

“You are so into him!” fifteen year old Hana teased. She was their green-haired daughter who was obsessed with athletics.

“I am not!” seventeen-year old Chiyo exclaimed. “He’s so baka! Just an idiot with stupid hair and a stupider grin!”

“But you get all blushy in his presence,” Suki said. She was my second youngest, just twelve years old, but was obsessed with all things pink and bright and shared my hair, though none of my more insane qualities, thankfully. At least, not so far . . .

“I only blush because he infuriates me and fills me with rage, just like with mother!” Chiyo growled, clenching her fists. Her shoulder-length blue hair almost stood up on end to mimic her anger, and a little knot of anger, represented as a little cross on her temple, manifested briefly. Both myself and Akishi were long used to these little anime tropes appearing in our lives, even now that we were no longer on the island together, living instead in a bright anime-version of Kyoto.

It was at this point that eight year old Aiko pitched in, bouncing on her little feet. She was the most energetic child I had ever known, a total future genki girl who was all positivity and cheer. “I think it’s really, really pretty! Chiyo and Jin, sitting in a tree! K-I-S-S-I-N-G!”

“Shut up!” Chiyo said, crossing her arms and literally fuming. “I am not going to kiss that moron, not for a billion yen!”

“She would for two billion,” Hana said. 

Chiyo went to chase her, but Hana was all speed, a future track star, and she took off at great speed out the front door and down the street before her elder sister could catch her. Instead, Chiyo gripped the door frame and yelled loudly enough to literally shake the foundations of the house for a moment.

“I’LL GET YOU BACK!”

“Well, what an interesting scene to descend to,” Akishi said.

“Father!” 

The remaining girls in the room embraced Akishi and then myself. As occasionally strange as it was for me, what with being a mother of four girls and an obsessive wife and all, moments like this made it clear how totally worth it my life was. I hugged each of my daughters against my large bosom and kissed them on the forehead.

“Okay, that’s all the ‘welcome home from school’ hugs finished,” I declared. “So, what’s going on? Why are we all ganging up on your eldest sister here?”

Chiyo blushed a deep red and scowled. She was often like that: always so serious and quick to blow. I often struggled to understand her. Sometimes we had a lot in common with our obsessive natures, but at other times, there was a side to Chiyo locked away from me.

“They claim I’m into Jin Takahashi at school. I’m not! He asked me out and I turned him down publicly!”

“But you were blushing and staring for a moment!” Suki said. “I was there, and I saw it! Your mouth was open and everything!”

“Was not!”

“Was too!”

I clapped my hands together, and everyone stood to attention. They knew their mother was a little crazy, and I had little doubt that at least one of my eyes had gone a little red. The prospect was romance, after all, and now gears were already turning in my mind.

“So, this Jin. Is he a special young man?”

“He’s just a nerd!” Chiyo proclaimed. “His head is always stuck in books! He doesn’t even wear his school tie right!”

“But you said he looked cute,” Aiko said innocently. “And you keep bumping into him!”

“You’re not even at our school yet, Aiko! You get all your information from Hana, and she exaggerates everything! It’s not like I’m into Jin or anything! Ugh!”

She stormed past me and up to her room. I looked to my husband, who simply shrugged. 

“A mystery for another day,” he said.

“Yes, indeed,” I replied. But I could feel one eye already twitching. A potential romance? A man in Chiyo’s life? I needed to know more.

***

The next day, after Chiyo, Hana, Suki, and Aiko had all been packed off to their respective schools, I decided to investigate. Well, that’s not exactly correct, because my Akishi began work half an hour later, which meant that we made passionate, crazed love together on the living room floor, me squealing as he thrust into me, raking bloody streaks down his back.

“I just can’t help myself,” I told him, biting my lip just hard enough to draw blood. “I like you down to my bones.”

He gritted his teeth as I applied some quick bandages to him in the aftermath.

“Yes, and I think you nearly dug down there. You’re lucky I love my yandere wife. You were never this crazy as a man.”

“Mhmm, but you like crazy. Have fun at work, honey, and think of me when you get bored. And don’t look at any other woman!” He just chuckled. “I won’t. Especially not after . . . that disappearance.”

I giggled, smacked him on the bottom, and sent him on his way. As soon as he had left the driveway, I immediately went to Chiyo’s room. She had a lock on it, but I was a goddamn yandere woman, and nothing was going to get in my way. I picked the lock expertly as I had learned to do long ago when disposing of a rather flirtatious neighbour we had once had. Slowly, I entered Chiyo’s room. There had to be evidence here, something to help me know what was going on in my eldest daughter’s life. After a cursory search, I found her hidden diary in a back panel of her bedside table. It too was locked, but again I simply picked the lock. What I found inside was teenage angst, complaints about her parents, concern over her boobs not being as big as mine; typical teen girl stuff, I imagined. I’d never really been a teen girl, so this was all guesses for me. But the more recent entries featured Jin, the boy from school.

“I love him I love him I love him, but I can’t stand him! Why doesn’t he notice me more often? IS HE STUPID!?”

“It’s not like I’m actually into him. It’s just stupid hormones. But sometimes he looks very attractive. But he’s too quiet and not loud enough! UGH WHY DO I FEEL THIS WAY?”

“Just because I bought him lunch that one time doesn’t mean anything. If Hana finds out she’ll never let me forget it.”

“Another dream about Jin. He was shirtless and we were on the beach. WHY DO I HAVE THESE DREAMS I DON’T EVEN LIKE HIM!? Even if his hair is kinda hot, and he smells nice, and he’s really smart.”

“No way will I let Ruki sit next to Jin. He may be an annoying idiot but that doesn’t mean she gets to go out with him! She says if I’m not going to be his girlfriend then why not her, but that’s stupid. I DON’T WANT TO BE HIS GIRLFRIEND I JUST WANT HIM TO HAVE STANDARDS!!! I bet it’s just because she has big boobs. If I had bigger boobs, then Jin would be into me. NOT THAT I CARE!!!”

Entry after entry, all with the same endlessly passive-aggressive, angry voice. This was a voice of obsession, yet with none of the violence and bloodlust that I often experienced. Instead, it was wildly passive-aggressive and in total denial of itself. I could scarcely believe it; what a fool I’d been! And to think, way back when I’d been simply, geeky Hank, I had thought myself to have been an expert on anime tropes. Clearly I had lost said expertise, because it was so freaking obvious: my daughter was a total tsundere. An angry, snappish girl with a heart of gold who was in constant denial over her attraction to a nice boy, and thus fell into insults even as her cheeks went red in his presence.

“Oh, my poor Chiyo,” I said, caressing the pages. “You deserve happiness, just like your mother.”

I narrowed my eyes. I could feel my archetype empowering itself, my yandere nature surfacing once more. I began to see red. This Jin needed to ask my daughter out already. What the hell was he thinking, holding out on her like that? Ah, but Chiyo would deny him. It would be in her nature. But if she did it too many times, then he would pass her over completely in favour of this big-breasted Ruki girl. Just another Reika, I imagined. Was there a cliff nearby? I could throw her over and drown her and kill her and every other girl so that only Chiyo remained as an option.

No.

That would be going too far. Besides, I’d be straying from the goal. If there was any threat to a tsundere’s romantic prospects, it was never actually other women, it was always the tsunere herself because of how they pushed their romantic feelings away. No, I needed to make Chiyo confront her feelings, and put Jin in a position where he had to experience them. I had to do this right.

But that didn’t mean I had to do it nice.

***

My surveillance had paid off. After extensive online research, photography from the bushes, and numerous hours of spying from the rooftops near my daughter’s school, I was able to identify the man who was most certainly Jin Takahashi. There was no denying it, he was handsome, in that same cute nerdy fashion that my husband possessed. Clearly, my daughter and I both had a type. But just like twenty years ago upon the island, Jin seemed to have a harem of girls around him. I recognised all their archetypes: the large-breasted gyaru I assumed to be Ruki, as well the tall athletic one constantly baring her midriff, the shy little nerd with glasses, and the bouncy genki girl with long pink hair. 

I could cut that hair with bloody shears.

No, I had to stay the course. Chiyo was with Jin, and he had gotten her lunch at the cafeteria. I could see through the window of the building through my vantage point, and sure enough she was blushing hard as he produced her favourite macha tea. And - holy shit - he had even made a little birthday cake for her! Chiyo wasn’t turning eighteen until this Saturday, but even my heart melted a little at the sight of this. Chiyo ate a slice and hid her face behind her drink, playing it off as if it were nothing. She was in total denial. She needed to confront that denial. And already, a crazy, dangerous, and threatening plan was developing. I knew it was the yandere in me, but I’d long ago accepted my crazy nature. Besides, it wasn’t like I was -

“Hey! Who the hell are you!?”

I turned to see a man emerging onto the flat rooftop of the home I’d broken into. He looked totally alarmed at this strange pink-haired MILF on his property.

“I’m going to call the police!” he yelled. “You’re trespassing!”

At this, I simply brandished my very large and very sharp steak knife. The one that still had the bloodstains on it from my . . . previous activities.

“I just need one more minute,” I said, cocking my head to one side and grinning like a maniac. “Got it?”

The man gulped. “I - I never saw you.”

I giggled, sounding even more insane. “That’s right! You didn’t!”

He backed away slowly while I continued to grin crazily at him. Soon, he was out of sight. God, I loved being a yandere girl sometimes.

***

Jin Takahashi walked through the main park home from his baseball game on a Friday night. It hadn't been hard to figure that out from the timetable I’d stolen from his locker, though with more time I could have made a better plan. But given that Chiyo’s birthday was tomorrow, I needed to do this quickly. I was simply a lovely-looking woman on a private walk, and had told my husband that I would be home a little later. Jin was whistling as he stepped through a private section of the park. No one could hear him, or me. I started whistling with him; I couldn’t help but be a little creepy. He looked back, but I was just an ordinary woman.

One who was getting closer.

And closer.

And fucking closer.

My whistle was louder than his, and he started to speed up. I did so too. It was night now, and the park was only dimly lit. My vision was red with excitement, and my hair whipped behind me as I scrambled after him. Jin looked back, clearly alarmed.

“Hey, I don’t know who you are, but leave me alone!”

“NEVER!” I cried. “JIN TAKAHASHI!”

His face showed a whole range of fear upon it, and then he bolted. And perhaps, in a normal, non-anime world, he could have outrun a woman who had recently turned forty. But I was a fucking maniac, and so I dashed like a wild animal, scrambling at times on all fours. I was a serial killer in the dark, I was a demon on the hunt. Just when Takahashi thought he was free I burst from the treeline ahead of him, laughing like the clown at midnight.

“GOT YOU!” I cried, and I pushed him to the ground, my body on top of his. Mhmm, I could see why Chiyo fancied him.

“Please, I have money!”

“Good night,” I told him. I pressed the chloroform-soaked cloth in his face, and soon it was sleepy time for dear Jin.

“Don’t worry, young man,” I told him. “Everything is going to be just okay. I’m just here to give you your happy ending.”

***

When Jin awoke, it was in total darkness. I watched from the corner, seeing him struggle against the rope bindings that held him to the chair in the centre of the room. I had told Akishi I had ‘business’ to attend to, and he made me promise to commit no killings or maimings. That was well and good by me; I planned on neither.

But a fear-filled interrogation? 

Well, that was another matter.

“Wha . . . where am I? Oh God, what’s happened? Is anyone there? Why can’t I see? Shit, I’m tied up. Someone help me! PLEASE HELP ME!”

I sat still, not moving. My eyes had adjusted to the dark hours ago, and I had stared at him ever since. I grinned, letting him panic a little longer, and then I switched on the bright lamp, the one aimed right at his face.

“Agh!” he cried, wincing. “Who - who are you? Where am I?”

“You’re in my basement,” I said, before letting loose another giggle. “It’s just you and me, right now.”

The man swallowed. He couldn’t see me, but I could see every trace of fear on his face. I had seen that kind of thing a lot in the last twenty years of being a yandere.

“Wh-why am I here? Please, I’ll do anything-”

“You will,” I told him. “But first thing is first. Are you Jin Takahashi?”

He nodded, already sweating a little. “Y-yes. That’s me. Please, if this is about money-”

“I don’t care about money. I care about what you care about, Jin Takahashi.”

“People will notice I’m missing. I - I was in the park. Oh God, were you the woman who chased me? I remember a crazed older woman, like an animal. She had bright pink hair and-”

I hit the switch, changing the lights. For just a moment, he could see all of me, my eyes gone red. He gasped in fear, and then I switched the lights again, bathing the entire area in red. We were now able to see one another, but through the filter of my own blood-craze.

“It’s you,” he said. “Who are you?”

“You may call me Miss Misaki-san,” I told him. “Respectfully.”

“I - I don’t know you.”

“Ah, but I know you, Jin. You are a straight-A student. You are part of the film club at your high school. You aim to become an architect. You are on the baseball team, but far from its star player. And you seem to have a lot of attractive women around you in your life.”

He quivered as I got to the heart of the matter.

“I - I’m very lucky. They’re just my friends and-”

“But they want to be more than friends, don’t they?”

“I mean, well, a few of them do. But it’s so hard to decide and-”

“What do you think of Chiyo?”

He cocked his head, a little surprised. “Chiyo? Well, I try to be nice to her, but she hates me.”

I leaned forward, giggling a little in that raspy way of mine. It could be blood-curdling, I knew. “What if I told you that dear Chiyo doesn’t hate you at all. What if I told you that she’s deeply, deeply in love with you, and tries so very hard to hide it?”

Jin’s mouth opened and closed like that of a koi. “That . . . I find that hard to believe.”

“It’s true. I know it’s true. Because she’s my daughter.”

The young man gasped, taking this in. “Wait, you kidnapped me because . . . because your daughter has a crush on me!?”

“More than a crush!” I declared. “She really loves you, Jin. You need to hurry up and ask her out. Don’t take no for an answer.”

He looked positively flabbergasted. “You’re telling me that I’m stuck in your basement because you want to intimidate me into being your daughter’s boyfriend?”

“Pretty much, yeah.”

“Then - why the fuck didn’t you just tell me this like a normal person!?”

I raised my finger as if about to make a very good point, but nothing exactly came to mind. In fact, once I pushed past that yandere part of my brain, this whole scheme felt rather . . . not well thought out.

“Um, well, you see, uh . . .”

“I thought I was in some serial killer basement!”

“No, it’s just a regular basement. Sound-proofed, of course.”

“Then why the red lights?” “Mood lighting!” I declared.

“The interrogation lamp!”

“Good for intimidating you into agreeing to date my daughter.”

“And all the torture implements on the table there!”

He gestured with his head over to the dirty, rusty rack of knives, scalpels, pliers, and other horrific instruments  across the room. It made me sigh with all the wonderful memories of using those. Of course, Akishi had insisted I not use them again, but they were fantastic set dressing. I told Jin as much with a grin.

“This is crazy!” he said. “There’s no way I’m dating your daughter now!”

“Why not? You like her, don’t you?”

“Of course I do! Even if she snaps at me and we argue, she’s very . . .

I grinned, leaning forward. “Yesssss?”

He actually blushed, I could see it even beneath the red lights. “Well, she’s very beautiful. And she does kind things when she thinks no one is looking. And she helped me with my maths prep, even though she claimed it was just for her own purposes. And she’s always herself, except when she’s pretending not to care about something, but I can tell she cares deep down, so very much.”

I nodded along. How could I not have seen what a total tsundere my daughter was? It made perfect sense. I felt like, through this dark interrogation, I was finally understanding what kind of person my daughter truly was.

“It sounds like you do like her,” I said, smiling further. “She’s much better than that terrible Ruki, isn’t she? And those other girls. Don’t you think you’re drawn to my Chiyo more than the others?”

“Well, I’m not sure, I-”

I started to sharpen my steak knife.

“-but I’d be willing to give her a chance, obviously!” he said, suddenly all smiles. “I mean, what’s not to love about a girl with a strong and stubborn personality! And with such, uh, such a caring and passionate mother!”

At this, I laughed and gestured with my hand. “Oh, you! You are such a charmer, Jin. I can tell why Chiyo is head over heels for you. I think it’s well-past time you asked her out.”

“Look, I promise if you let me go, I’ll-”

“Why wait?” I declared. “Just one moment and I’ll bring her right down to you. I’ll just adjust the lighting.”

I switched off the lights, then quickly dashed up the stairs, holding my breasts as I did so to stop them bouncing all about. Not that my Akishi would mind if he saw me, of course. I emerged out into the house to find my family in the living room, having breakfast and looking concerned. Except Aiko, of course. She beamed.

“We had pancakes! They were super delicious!”

“What are you doing down in the basement?” Suki asked. “You missed Chiyo’s birthday breakfast.”

“Yeah, are you finally getting a gym down there like I asked for Christmas?” Hana added.

“Much better,” I replied. “Chiyo, happy birthday my darling. I’m so very proud of you, and I have quite the surprise. Will you come down to the basement with me?”

“Not now, Mom. I can’t even celebrate my birthday. Everyone is trying to find Jin. He went missing last night and hasn’t been seen.”

“She loves him,” Hana said.

“I don’t! I can’t stand him! But - he still has my study notes, that’s all!”

“Well, I’m pretty sure I know how to solve that problem!” I declared with a wild grin. 

My husband sighed, rubbing a hand against his temple. “Misaki, please tell me you didn’t do what I think you did.”

“Then I won’t!” I declared. “Come now, birthday girl! There’s a big surprise waiting for you! I promise you won’t be disappointed!”

Chiyo stepped forward, a little confused. I embraced my darling daughter and kissed her on the forehead. “My beautiful blue-haired girl. I can barely believe you’re an adult woman now.”

“Mom, what’s this about? Your eyes are red. That’s not a good sign, historically.”

“Don’t be mad,” I said with a smile. “But I detected that you were having trouble making strides in your relationship. Too deep in denial and all that. And you know how your mother gets a little crazy from time to time. Well, I thought I could help sort it out. And so here is your birthday present for the year!”

I flicked on the regular lights, and Chiyo gasped as she took in the sight of poor Jin still tied to the chair, his expression one of fear before switching to absolute relief at the appearance of my daughter.

“Jin!?”

“Chiyo!?”

“What are you doing here?”

“Your mother, uh, she wanted a talk! We just had a talk, that’s all!”

“You’re all tied up!”

“Um, I find it easier to talk while tied up?”

Chiyo rushed to start untying the young man. As she did so, she turned and gave me a furious look. “I can’t believe you! You kidnapped this idiot!? Why!?”

“Oh, darling, stop lying to me and yourself. You clearly like this man, and you’re far too tsundere-natured to understand that on your own. Jin, do you have anything to say?”

The man gave a sheepish grin. “So, Chiyo, I’d like to ask you out on a date.”

She paused in the act of untying him. “Why - why do you think I’d want that?”

“Because . . . I really like you? I really do, Chiyo, even before I was, uh, kidnapped.”

She blushed a deep shade of red. “I . . . one date. Just one! And don’t expect there to be anything more or anything! It will just be because I owe you after my crazy mom tied you up in my basement, that’s all. Maybe two dates. Three at the very most to make up for it, and that’s all!”

“Of course,” he said, and despite his previous concern, I could see that he was actually happy. So was my daughter. She continued to untie him, and I started to withdraw.

“I’ll leave you two lovebirds to it,” I declared. “Happy birthday, Chiyo.” Still, I couldn’t help one last thing as I retreated, while my daughter’s back was toward me. I pulled out my long steak knife and waved it in the air, a little message to Jin.

“Take care of my daughter,” I mouthed. “Or else.”

He gulped, then nodded.

What can I say? Sometimes being a mom makes you a little crazy.

The End