Playing out my fantasy would be walking into that room. Interrupting them. Punishing them. And then making them continue fucking while I join in. I won’t say it. Not now. No matter what I told them, now isn’t the time for honesty from me. Too much truth can harm, and we’re sitting too precariously for me to do something to spin us out of balance. So I lie. “I always wanted to fuck you in your father’s office.”
