PS02 - Without Regret by R.L. Mathewson

lifetime.
    Well, she may have considered, maybe using sex with this man as a means of escape. Not to see if she would enjoy it of
    course, that would have been a plus, but after seeing the priests she kind of hoped this was a celibate cult. She was going to use
    his lack of sex to her advantage and try to get him to help her escape. Well, she could trash that plan since he was obviously
    getting some from the Native American beauty behind him, who was nibbling the candy bar as if she was savoring it for
    eternity.
    A horrifying thought occurred to her. What if this was the opposite of a celibate cult. What if this was like one of those orgy
    cults she heard they had in the seventies and they drugged her expecting her to sleep with everyone, including women?
    Oh, heck no! She so did not swing that way! Just because she couldn’t get off with a guy didn’t mean she was willing to accept
    a substitute.
    Chris sighed heavily. “I thought you were supposed to stay upstairs, Madison.”
    The woman snorted and held up the last inch of candy bar. “Chocolate,” she said simply as if that explained everything.
    “Ephraim left to get me some, but I couldn’t wait any longer.”
    “Now you have it, so go!” Chris snapped.
    “I want to help,” Madison said, pouting.
    “No, just go. I’ll handle this.”
    “But, what if-“
    “No!”
    The woman’s lower lip started to tremble.
    Chris groaned while Isabella slowly slid to the right, trying to get as far away from the odd couple as the large bathroom would
    allow.
    “I just wanted to meet her,” Madison said softly.
    “Now’s not the time, Madison,” Chris said firmly.
    Madison dropped a hand to her flat stomach and gently rubbed. “I hope your brothers don’t inherit this surly attitude of yours,”
    she muttered.
    Isabella’s brows nearly shot to her hairline as she eyed the woman’s hand lovingly rubbing her stomach.
    Brothers? That meant she was not only sleep with him, but his father as well.
    Ew!
    “Anyway, I just wanted to meet your wife,” the woman named Madison said with a heavy sigh.
    Seriously, ew! This woman was actually sleeping with father and son? That was just—wait, what?
    “You could have met her later, Madison. Right now there are a few things we need to handle,” Chris said, looking at her
    intently.
    He thought she was his wife? There must be a mistake.
    There was no way this guy was delusional enough to actually think that she was his wife. Madison nibbled the chocolate bar as
    she gave her a little wave. Her eyes shifted to Chris, who was watching her almost possessively.
    “Hi, I’m Madison Williams,” Madison said, reaching out to offer her hand.
    Isabella desperately tried to squirm away from her, them, this crazy situation, but there was nowhere to go.
    This was crazy. She couldn’t do this. She wanted to go back to her life, back to her computer and programs and endless supply
    of caffeine and chocolate.
    “Just go upstairs and wait for dad. You’re scaring her,”
    Chris said, looking at the other woman while he gestured towards her. Deciding it was now or never, she took action.
    Grabbing her bag, she literally dove for freedom through Chris’ parted legs, knowing if she was going to escape it would have
    to now while he was in the midst of a lover’s quarrel.
    “Um, what are you doing?” Chris asked, sounding very amused.
    She shifted and squirmed, trying to get the rest of her body through his legs only to discover that she was stuck. Damn breasts!
    This wasn’t the first time they’d gotten her into trouble. Now as she tried to squirm her way to freedom they wouldn’t squeeze
    together.
    Actually, it was a bit embarrassing to have her escape attempt foiled because her breasts couldn’t squeeze through the
    narrowed space that her shoulders made it through easily.
    Isabella squirmed harder, twisted, and turned, determined to make a break for it. She ignored Eric’s bored sigh from
    somewhere to her right as she