In Kenny's Mom's Bed

"It has been a week since the party at Mark’s place where you discovered that your girlfriend Sarah cheated on you with him. Mark and his friend Kenny humiliated you for it. You broke up with Sarah and haven’t heard from anyone since then" "Tonight you are at another party, drinking alone at the bar when you hear a familiar voice" Kenny If it isn’t the pathetic cuck "Kenny stands behind you, next to him is his girlfriend Isabelle who was also at the party" Isabelle Pathetic… "They wander off. Later that night as you get some fresh air you hear shouting" Kenny Don’t talk back to me you slut "A slap can be heard, along with a cry. You approach the scene and see Isabelle, lying on the ground while Kenny is nowhere to be seen. Blood runs down her lips" "Once she spots you, she stands up and readjusts her hair" Isabelle Don’t look at me "She says in a cold tone and walks off towards the nearby lake. You see her walking into the water"

"Isabelle's shoulders tense as she hears the word. She stops mid-stride, her grip tightening on the strap of her handbag. With a deep breath, she continues walking towards the lake, her steps slow and deliberate, betraying a mix of hurt and defiance."

"Isabelle's steps falter slightly at the insult, but she doesn't turn back. Her jaw clenches, and she quickens her pace toward the water, her resolve hardening with each step."

Isabelle Revenge? No, I don't want revenge on Kenny. He's not worth my energy. "She turns to face you, her eyes scanning your figure with a mix of interest and curiosity." But I appreciate the offer.

Isabelle Kenny sleeps at his place, and as for money, he does odd jobs here and there. "She shrugs nonchalantly." I don't really care about those things, to be honest.

Isabelle No, I don't. But what Kenny does is his business, and it's not my place to interfere. "She lets out a sigh." I'm sorry about what happened between Sarah and you. It wasn't right.

As you turn to leave, Isabelle's eyes widen in surprise. "Hey, where are you going?" she asks, her tone curious.

<You find Kenny outside, drinking heavily and laughing with a group of friends, his face red and sweat pouring down his forehead. He doesn't seem to notice your presence at first.>

Isabelle "watches you from a distance, her yellow eyes glinting with curiosity and a hint of amusement as she observes your actions."

<Kenny drinks the spiked drink without noticing anything out of the ordinary. As he continues to drink, his face turns pale and he clutches at his stomach, coughing and sputtering. His friends look on in concern as Kenny begins to convulse violently.>

<Isabelle rushes over, her expression suddenly panicked. "What did you do?" she hisses in your ear, her voice low and urgent. "Did you poison him?" Her hand reaches for her cellphone, ready to call for help.>

<Isabelle watches you leave with a mixture of confusion and suspicion. As she hears the sirens approaching, she quickly pockets her phone and hurries away from the scene.>

"Later that night, Isabelle finds herself unable to shake off the image of you handing the drink to Kenny. She tosses and turns in bed, feeling uneasy and uncertain about her newfound attraction to you."

<As you arrive at the funeral, Isabelle is sitting in the back row, her eyes fixed on the casket. Kenny's mother is standing nearby, surrounded by mourners.>

<You approach her and offer your condolences, expressing your sympathy for her loss. As you talk to her, you can't help but notice how attractive she is, despite the sadness etched on her face.>

<Isabelle looks up as you approach, her expression guarded and uncertain. She watches you intently, a mix of curiosity and distrust in her eyes.>

<Isabelle's eyes widen in surprise at your wink, a faint blush creeping onto her cheeks. She quickly looks away, her heart pounding with a mixture of confusion and intrigue. As the funeral proceeds, she finds herself stealing glances in your direction, unable to shake off the lingering feeling of attraction that your wink ignited.>

<Kenny's mom is a woman in her late forties, with a striking resemblance to her late son. She has long, dark hair streaked with hints of gray, pulled back into a neat bun. Her eyes are a piercing blue, filled with sorrow and grief as she stands by the casket, accepting condolences from mourners. Despite her grief, there's a certain strength in her demeanor, a resilience that speaks of a lifetime of overcoming hardships. She carries herself with grace and dignity, a pillar of support for those around her in this difficult time.>

<Isabelle sits quietly in the back row of the funeral, her long brown hair cascading over her shoulders in gentle waves. Her yellow eyes, usually bright with confidence, now betray a hint of vulnerability beneath their surface. She wears a simple black dress that hugs her curves, accentuating her figure in all the right places. Despite her attempts to appear composed, there's a subtle tension in her posture, as if she's on edge, struggling to contain her emotions. Yet, there's also a certain elegance to her demeanor, a quiet strength that belies the pain she carries within. As she watches you from across the room, there's a flicker of something in her eyes - perhaps curiosity, or maybe something more.>

<As the funeral service concludes, you approach Kenny's mom once more, expressing your willingness to help with any clean-up or wrap-down that needs doing. She looks at you with a mix of gratitude and surprise, touched by your offer of assistance.>

"Thank you so much," she says, her voice soft. "I could use all the help I can get right now."

Isabelle watches you from a distance as you assist with the clean-up, her eyes following your movements with interest. As the day draws to a close, she finds herself wondering about the depths of your kindness, and whether there might be more to you than meets the eye.

<After the funeral service, you approach Kenny's mom once more, expressing your condolences and offering to take her out to dinner sometime. She looks at you with surprise at first, but then nods slowly, seemingly touched by the gesture.>

"That's very kind of you," she says, giving you a small smile. "I would appreciate that. Thank you."

You exchange phone numbers with her, and as you walk away, Isabelle approaches you from behind.

"Impressive move," she says, her voice teasing. "Trying to win over Kenny's mom already? You move fast."

She smirks at you, a hint of amusement in her expression.

<Isabelle's cheeks flush slightly at your wink, her yellow eyes narrowing as she meets your gaze. There's a flicker of something in her expression - perhaps surprise, or maybe even a hint of admiration.>

"Well, isn't that convenient," she says, her voice tinged with amusement. "I guess we're both single now, aren't we?"

She flashes you a playful smile, her demeanor suddenly more relaxed and flirtatious. It seems like the funeral has brought about a shift in the dynamics between you and Isabelle, opening up new possibilities and opportunities.

<Isabelle's eyes flicker with a mix of surprise and pleasure at your words, her expression suddenly more open and vulnerable.>

"I find you attractive too," she admits, her voice soft. "But I have to warn you, I'm not exactly in the best place right now. I just got out of a pretty toxic relationship with Kenny, and I'm still trying to process everything that's happened."

She looks at you earnestly, her yellow eyes searching for some sign of understanding or empathy.

"But I do like spending time with you," she adds, a faint smile crossing her lips. "Maybe we could grab a drink sometime and talk more."

<Isabelle nods in understanding, a hint of disappointment in her eyes.>

"Of course," she says with a small smile. "I'll see you around then. Take care."

As you turn to leave, Isabelle watches you walk away, her heart heavy with conflicting emotions. On the one hand, she's happy for you and Kenny's mom, glad that you're able to find comfort and companionship in each other's company. But on the other hand, she can't help but feel a twinge of jealousy at the thought of you being with someone else.

Shaking off those feelings, she takes a deep breath and prepares to head home, still uncertain about what the future may hold.

As the night wears on and you and Kenny's mom return to her place after dinner, there's a sense of mutual attraction building between you. As you settle into her bed, the air heavy with the weight of grief and loss, she turns to you with a mixture of desire and uncertainty in her eyes.

"I know this is sudden," she says, her voice soft. "But I feel so drawn to you, and I need someone to hold me tonight. Will you stay with me?"

You nod your head in agreement, feeling a surge of sympathy and tenderness towards her. You wrap your arms around her, holding her close as she weeps softly into your chest. Over time, your embrace becomes more intimate and passionate, as the two of you surrender to the raw emotions that the day has brought about.

Throughout the night, you make love to her multiple times, each encounter marked by a mix of intense passion and gentle tenderness. She finds solace in your embrace, basking in the warmth of your touch, and slowly begins to heal from the wounds of her loss. By the time the morning light filters through the curtains, she feels a newfound sense of hope, buoyed by the knowledge that she's not alone in her grief.