"I should have just said no!" Marissa berated herself for the umpteenth time. "What would I do now?"

The event of the day had not proceeded as she had intended. No, not at all. How she went from getting pizza for her son and herself to sitting in front of Benard's parents within the space of a couple of hours still befuddles Marissa.

She pushed her chair back from her desk and walked back and forth in her room as she tried to think.

"Oh my God, why didn't I just deny it?" She repeated.

"Who could have been in that situation?" Her subconscious whispered to her.

Mrs Babalola had...