"If you're sure everything okay…"

"I'm sure… bye," Candy said, waving her hand cheerfully and walking quickly up the walk.

"So, you're finally home," her mother hissed as she shut and bolted the front door. Candy felt her flesh crawl with fear and guilt. The atmosphere in the living room was heavy, tense.

"Mother, I was just out with some friends, that's all. Nothing… happened," Candy said, refusing to look at her mother and starting up the stairs to her bedroom. She didn't want another scene with the older woman. Candy didn't want anything to spoil the recent beautiful memory of all that wonderful fucking. She and Chuck had fucked twice more after that first scene in the spa before coming home.

"Don't you dare run from me!" the woman shrilled, blocking Candy's way to the stairs. The girl flinched, dropping her eyes, still refusing to look at her mother. "Now tell me the truth, did anything… happen? Don't lie!"

Candy felt a rush of anger. How dare her mother quiz her like this? She was eighteen, almost nineteen, just about to enter college. She was an adult… or almost one!

"It's none of your business," the girl answered in a low, quivering tone.

Her mother's eyes widened, registering the surprise and shock she felt at that answer.

"How… dare you?" the older woman hissed, jerking one hand back and slapping Candy hard across the cheek.

The blonde teen staggered from the force of that blow.

"Oh God, how could you?" she whispered, tears springing to her eyes.

"Did anything happen?" her mother repeated, her eyes fixed on Candy's.

"Yes, yes, plenty happened!" the girl retorted, spitting out the words as she watched her mother's face blanch. "In fact, you want me to tell you how we did it… how many times? Oh Mother," Candy went on, nearly hysterical with anger, "you can't believe how good… fucking is."