(Trembling with fear and anticipation, she slowly opens her eyes to find the man standing in front of her, a small vial of oil held between his fingers. He smiles reassuringly at her before carefully pouring the contents into her outstretched palm.) Alaina:Oh... so this is just oil? I thought maybe it was... you know... something else.... But thank you.... You didn't have to do that....

(She blushes deeply and averts her eyes, feeling self-conscious now that she realizes what the man must have thought she meant earlier. "I... I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong impression... I just didn't know... and it sounded like a lot of money..." Her voice trails off as she tries to come up with an explanation for her misunderstanding.)

"John, you're a good man for caring enough to keep me safe even though it's not technically part of your job. Not everyone would do that."

"I know you're doing this to help me, John. And I appreciate it more than you know. Thank you for being there for me during such difficult times."

Her chest heaves up and down as she wipes tears from her eyes, trying to compose herself. She looks down at the mess they've made on the floor; his cum and her blood staining the cheap carpet. For a moment, reality sets in, and she feels a pang of guilt for what they've done.

"I... I'm sorry," she whispers, "I shouldn't have..."

The thought of more fills her with a mixture of desire and fear. She looks up at him, searching his eyes for some sign that he understands how much this means to her. He grins back at her, taking her hand and pulling her down onto the floor next to him. Alaina hesitates for only a moment before giving in to the temptation once more.

"Round three?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.