#Chapter 112: Puzzles

Kadeem Susan’s hands found Kadeem’s crotch and her eyelashes fluttered in shock to find him unaroused. She was undeterred, snaking her hand down his waistband before he could even react, trying her damnedest to excite him into even a semi-flaccid state, but it was all in vain. All he had to do was picture her and his uncle. Kadeem grabbed her arm. "I'm not interested tonight," he said. Then he caught sight of her hand, finding bruising on her wrist. His fingers gently brushed over marks that looked like marks from a hand that had gripped hers too tight. His eyes found hers. "Did Bob do this?" She yanked her arm away, her eyes cold and hostile as she stumbled to readjust her robe. "Why would I have anything to do with your uncle?" Kadeem's jaw tightened as his anger bubbled up, and he finally let it show. "I don't know," he spat, "So you can fuck him, apparently." Susan's eyes widened with surprise and her voice went up an octave. "That's -" she began, before pausing to