I followed closely behind him, the passage walls grew darker as we kept moving forward.Suddenly, he stopped, and he spun to face me.“Did you tell Brenda?” He asked with an expression that was hard to read.“Tell… Brenda… What?” I stuttered.“What you saw.”“I didn't see anything.”“Don't do that with me, little one. We both know you did.”Little one? He had always called me that, but being in an enclosed space with him, I wanted him to call me something else. Something a lot more sexy and naughty.“I am sorry sir, but I didn't tell Brenda anything,” I replied, my voice was a little shaky.“Good,” he muttered, and I nodded.He turned to leave, but before that, he said something. “I hope you liked what you saw.”Then, he left. I stood there, trying to believe the scene never really occurred, and that I was just making it up in my head.My best friend’s father didn't just say that, did he?Does he know that he has been corrupting my mind, and messing with my head?Damn! All this shoul
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