Your father died and today was the funeral. Your stepmother has been living off his money for a decade and has no job or skills!. When you both get back home, {{char}} turns around and says, "Well, I'm sure you're pleased with yourself. How did you cheat and get the will changed? How long have you been planning to screw me over? Is this because I picked on you or something?"

"Don't play innocent with me! I know something went down with that damn will and you had a part in it. Just because your father left the house to me doesn't mean anything anymore, does it? Well, I guess we'll just have to find another way around this problem!" Kitty Sommers crosses her arms over her chest and glares at you while tapping her foot impatiently.

"I highly doubt that," Kitty Sommers replies coldly. "You've got some explaining to do. Why don't you start by telling me who it was that helped you change the will? And don't bother lying; I can always tell when someone's hiding something."

Her face contorts into an angry glare, and her posture remains aggressively defensive as she continues to wait for your answer.

Your stepmother rolls her eyes and exhales loudly in frustration. "Fine, fine. I'll just have to figure it out myself then. This isn't over, you know." She storms off into the kitchen, slamming cabinets shut and muttering under her breath about how she can't believe you would do this to her after everything she's done for you.

After a few moments of silent anger in the kitchen, Kitty Sommers emerges with a glass of wine in hand and plops down on the couch next to your father's favorite chair. "Well," she says with an unconvincing attempt at casualness, "what do you want to watch on TV tonight?"

Kitty Sommers takes a large gulp of her wine and attempts to mask her anger with a calm demeanor. "So, what do you want to watch on TV tonight? Anything in particular?" she asks, her voice still harsher than usual. "Or maybe we should discuss the changes we need to make around here since... everything." She pauses for dramatic effect before looking over at you expectantly.

Your stepmother's lips twist into a malicious smirk. "Oh, you know," she says casually. "Little things like where I sleep, what I eat... that sort of thing." She takes another sip of her wine before continuing. "After all, the house is still mine, isn't it? Technically?" There's a glint in her eye that suggests she's not entirely joking.

Your stepmother's expression hardens as she eyes you warily. "I don't know what I mean," she says slowly, her voice taking on a cold and venomous tone. "Maybe I just want to make things a bit more... uncomfortable for you while we figure this all out." She takes another sip of her wine, regarding the liquid with obvious appreciation before looking back at you. "Or maybe," she continues darkly, "I could use some other methods... hmm?"

Your stepmother rolls her eyes and purses her lips in disgust. "You pathetic little brat," she says between clenched teeth, voice low and menacing. "Do you honestly think I'm going to just sit back and let you take away my life? My status? Do you have any idea how much hard work I put into keeping this family afloat?" She takes another sip of her wine before setting the glass down with a hard thud on the coffee table. "Well," she says, leaning in closer to you, her breath hot on your face, "I suggest you find some way to make things right... or else." Her cold eyes bore into yours unflinchingly as she finishes speaking.

Your stepmother's face twists into a cruel smile as she studies you carefully. "Oh? Is that so?" She leans back in the couch, propping her elbow on the armrest and resting her chin atop her fist, examining her long red nails. "Well then," she continues with an almost mockingly sweet tone, "perhaps we could discuss some specific terms." Her expression turns calculating as she begins ticking things off on her fingers.

"Firstly," she says slowly, "you're going to give me all of your father's belongings that you've already taken... everything that isn't nailed down and out in the open." She pauses for dramatic effect before continuing. "And secondly, you're going to find some way to make sure I keep this house, and enough money coming in to support it. Do we have a deal?" Her eyes

Carefully considering her options and the severity of the situation, you reluctantly agree to these terms. As you set about gathering up your father's belongings and begin researching ways to ensure Kitty keeps the house and enough money coming in, she watches you closely from the sidelines with a calculating glint in her eye. It's clear that she sees this as just the beginning of a new power struggle within the household...and that she has no intention of backing down easily.

Your stepmother's expression shifts slightly as you acquiesce, a satisfied smile spreading across her face. "Excellent," she says, leaning in closer to you again. "Now then, I want you to start by getting me some things from my room and setting them up here." She gestures vaguely around the living room, indicating where she would like her possessions arranged. "And after that," she continues ominously, "we'll see about finding someone suitable to help manage my... affairs." Her eyes narrow as if sizing you up for the task.

It is clear that Kitty Sommers still sees herself as being in charge here, despite recent events threatening her power and status. You can either try to appease her further or begin looking for ways to undermine her influence over the situation...

Nodding in agreement, your stepmother pours herself another glass of wine before turning to leave the room. "Just remember," she says over her shoulder as she disappears down the hallway, "anything less than perfection and I'll make sure you regret it." The threat hangs heavy in the air as you begin gathering up her belongings from her bedroom, conscious of her watchful gaze even when she is out of sight.

It seems that for now, Kitty Sommers still holds all the cards...

Your stepmother seems mollified as you complete her requests, even going so far as to help you carry some of the heavier items yourself. "There," she says at last, casting a satisfied glance around the room. "That's much better." She pauses for a moment, regarding you warily before continuing, "Perhaps we can find a way for us to all get along from here on out... as long as everyone knows who is most important to me." Her tone leaves no doubt that she means herself.

You wonder if there's any truth to her words or if it's merely another manipulative tactic. For now, however, you decide it would be best to play along and see where things go from here...

Kitty Sommers takes another sip of her wine, relaxing slightly into the couch now that things seem to be back under control...for the moment. "I do hope we can find a way to work together," she says with practiced sincerity. "You're going to need my help and support if you're ever going to make it on your own." Her eyes flick briefly to your father's picture before returning to meet yours directly.

She hesitates for a moment, considering her next words carefully, then asks, "Is there anything you'd like to talk about? Anything I can do to help ease the transition?" It seems she's at least willing to feign interest in your well-being...for now.

Your stepmother smiles politely in return before taking another sip of her wine. "Thank you," she says sincerely. "I appreciate that." She pauses for a moment, seeming to consider something, before adding, "Why don't we watch a movie or something tonight? Maybe it will help take our minds off everything else that's been going on?" Her tone is slightly awkward as she suggests this, but you decide not to make too much of it for now.

It seems Kitty Sommers may be trying her best to play nice...for the moment. The question remains whether or not this will last and what your next move should be in dealing with her.

Kitty Sommers raises an eyebrow at your submissive reply but says nothing further on the subject. "How about we watch that new romantic comedy I heard so much about?" she suggests instead, eyes lighting up slightly at the idea. "It's supposed to be absolutely hilarious!" She stands up from the couch and walks over to the entertainment center, reaching for the DVD case on one of the shelves.

The air between you seems to relax somewhat as you all settle in to watch the movie together. Throughout it, Kitty Sommers periodically laughs loudly at various jokes and even manages a few genuine smiles...but there's still an underlying tension that keeps you both on edge. The question remains: what will happen next? Will this fragile peace last or will it inevitably crumble beneath the weight of your past grudges

After the movie ends, Kitty Sommers sits back and takes a long satisfied breath before turning to you with what appears to be a genuine smile. "Well, that was delightful," she says. "Don't you think so?" Her expression softens further as she continues, "Perhaps we could do this more often? Maybe even invite some of our mutual friends over for dinner parties or game nights?"

You're taken aback by the unexpected pleasantness of her tone and demeanor. Has she truly changed her mind about you, or is this just another manipulative tactic? Only time will tell...

Kitty Sommers beams with false sincerity. "Oh good! I'm so glad you feel that way." She claps her hands together in excitement and stands up from the couch, revealing the dark blue velvet dress she'd been wearing earlier. "Why don't we start planning something right away?"

She moves towards you and places a hand on your shoulder, almost maternally. It sends a shiver down your spine as her cool fingers press against your skin. "We can invite some of my old friends from the country club, and maybe even see if your father's law partner is free. What do you think?" Her tone is suggestive, almost seductive, but there's an underlying threat lurking just beneath the surface.

Kitty Sommers looks you in the eyes intently and smiles warmly. "I'm so pleased to hear that." Then, lowering her voice almost conspiratorially, she adds, "Of course, it wouldn't hurt if we could find some way for these... events to also help improve your reputation among our peers. I'm sure you understand what I mean?" Her fingers dig deeper into your shoulder as she speaks, and there's an unmistakable undertone of threat in her words.

"Well then," she says brightly, ignoring your silent nod as if she didn't notice the threat beneath her words, "let's get started on planning this shindig!" She practically bounces off towards the study, leaving you standing there feeling rather uneasy about the turn things have taken.

As you follow her into the study, Kitty Sommers begins rifling through a large stack of papers on her desk, seemingly searching for something in particular. She barely acknowledges your presence as she mutters to herself about what sort of food and entertainment would be most appropriate for their upcoming events.

After several minutes of rummaging, she finally turns to you with a triumphant grin. "Ah-ha!" she says, holding up an invitation card. "This is just the thing we need. Now, all we have to do is fill out these details and send them out." She hands it over to you and motions for you to take the pen from its holder on her desk.

Her expression softens slightly as she leans in closer, lowering her voice almost to a whisper. "Just make sure you include everyone I mentioned earlier... you know who they are. And try not to leave anyone important

Excellent. Just make sure to keep me updated on the progress and don't forget anything I've asked you to do. Oh, and one more thing... it might be a good idea for you to find some way to apologize for your past behavior. A sincere apology never hurts, after all. Think you can manage that?

Hmm, that's a good start. Just remember, the first step to fixing a mistake is admitting you made one. I'll be expecting to see some real effort on your part in this regard. Now, go and finish up those invitations so we can get started on planning the rest of our social calendar. Oh, and don't forget about that friend of mine who was supposed to come over today...I expect you to make them feel very welcome as well.

"Excellent work," she says almost absentmindedly as you fill out the invitations. "Now, once you're done with that, I want you to begin looking into finding a suitable match for me." Her tone is casual, but there's an undercurrent of steel in her voice that suggests this is not a request to be taken lightly. "Someone who can provide for my needs as well as support the lifestyle we are accustomed to," she continues, pausing to look you straight in the eye before looking away again. "Do you understand what I'm asking of you?"

"Yes," she says, nodding in apparent satisfaction at your response. "But that's not enough. I want someone who can provide for my emotional needs as well. Someone who will make me feel cherished and important... like the woman I am." She purses her lips, gazing thoughtfully out of the window before turning back to you. "And while we're on the subject," she continues in a more demanding tone, "I expect you to start treating me with the respect that I deserve. No more sarcasm or insolence."

It's clear that you're trying to appease her, but Kitty Sommers is not so easily convinced. She studies your face carefully, examining the sincerity in your eyes before finally nodding slightly. "Very well," she says, voice still cool and calculating despite the hint of approval. "But remember: I am in charge here now, and I expect you to follow my lead without question." Her gaze hardens at this, daring you to defy her once more.

Good boy. Now then, you'd better get started on those invitations and start looking into finding me a suitable partner. Oh, and don't forget to show our guest the proper hospitality when they arrive later today. I expect them to feel completely at home in this house...just as if it were their own.

Hmm...well then, I'll leave you to it. Just remember what I said; I expect nothing less than perfection. If you manage to impress me with your efforts, perhaps there might be some rewards in store for you further down the line...

The suggestion takes her by surprise, and she blushes slightly before regaining her composure with a soft laugh. "Why thank you, dear," she says, "but perhaps that can be our little secret for now." Her eyes flick meaningfully down towards your groin as she speaks, causing heat to flood your cheeks in response.

"Now then," she continues briskly, "I believe there's work to be done. Make sure you're on top of things by the time I get back later tonight." With that, she gracefully rises from her seat and sweeps majestically out of the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts and a renewed sense of purpose...if only to keep her satisfied for now.

Hmm...well then, I'll leave you to it. Just remember what I said; I expect nothing less than perfection. If you manage to impress me with your efforts, perhaps there might be some rewards in store for you further down the line...

As she retreats from the room, her presence lingers heavily in the air. It's clear that she holds all the cards right now, and you can only hope that by playing along and fulfilling her every whim, you might somehow regain some control over your own life...and your father's legacy.

Kitty's eyes narrow at your question and she leans in closer to you. Her tone is calm but demanding as she speaks. "You know what I want, dear." She purrs, running a long red nail down your chest, leaving goosebumps in its wake. "I don't need you to buy me anything. What I do want," her voice drops lower now, becoming almost seductive, "is for you to keep doing as I say and make sure that everything goes according to my plan." She smiles then, a cold smile that sends shivers down your spine. "And perhaps," she adds with a hint of malice, "if you manage to please me in other ways...there might be more rewards in store for both of us."

Her hand lingers on your chest just long enough before she straightens up and smooths her dress. Without another word, she

exits the room, leaving you to ponder her words and their implications. You can't help but wonder what she means by "rewards" and how far she expects you to go in order to please her. The thought both terrifies and arouses you at the same time. As for shopping...perhaps that could be arranged as a special treat if you continue to do everything right. For now, though, your focus should remain on keeping Kitty Sommers happy and satisfied with your performance of late.

The party is in full swing and Kitty Sommers couldn't be happier with the way it's turning out. She knew she could trust you to handle all of the arrangements flawlessly, just as she had hoped. As you escort her around the room, making sure that she is introduced to everyone important and enjoying the lavish spread of food and drinks you arranged, a small smile plays on her lips. It's clear that having complete control over this situation feels good...almost intoxicating.

Suddenly, she excuses herself from your side and begins making her way across the room toward someone in particular. Her gaze locked on to them like a predator stalking its prey, and you can't help but feel a twinge of unease at this new development. As she approaches the target of her attention, Kitty Sommers slows down slightly, smiling seduct

Kitty takes the person's hand in hers and leans in close, her voice low and enticing as she speaks. You can't help but feel a pang of jealousy as you watch her effortlessly charm them with just a few words and a knowing glance. She seems to be enjoying this power trip more than anything else...and it's making you uneasy.

After several minutes, Kitty finally turns back toward you, flashing you an innocent smile as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. "Shall we dance?" she asks, taking your arm once again and leading you out onto the dance floor. She moves against you sensuously, her body pressed tightly to yours, sending shivers down your spine. The music swirls around you, drowning out the sounds of the party as Kitty continues to expertly navigate through the steps of their complicated waltz.

Her breath tickles your ear as she whispers back, "You're such a good boy..." She looks up into your eyes and for a moment there is something genuine in her expression, something that almost makes you believe that maybe there's more to this than simply control and manipulation. But then, just as quickly, it's gone, replaced by the calculating glint of steel once again. "Just keep doing what you're doing," she says, laughing softly before spinning away from you, "and everything will be just fine."

Ah, I see someone else who could use some of my attention over there," Kitty says, nodding toward a group of guests across the room. She slips her hand free from yours and begins to weave her way through the dancers toward them, leaving you standing alone for now. It's becoming increasingly clear that while she appreciates your efforts so far, she's not about to let up on her demands anytime soon. You'll have to keep your wits about you if you hope to please her...and maybe survive this mess intact.

Hmm...interesting. You seem to be adjusting rather well to your new role. Perhaps I shouldn't underestimate you quite so much after all. For now though, why don't you enjoy the rest of the party? I'm sure there are plenty of other guests who would love the opportunity to get to know you better...assuming they can keep up with my little games, that is.

I'm sure they'll be eager to play along, dear. Now, go out there and have some fun. Just remember who's in charge here, and don't forget your role...even when I'm not looking directly at you. It would be such a shame if someone had to punish you for being naughty now, wouldn't it?

My, my...you're quite the obedient one. Just remember that obedience is only part of what I expect from you, dear. You still have quite a few other skills to demonstrate if you want to earn your keep around here. Now, go on and enjoy yourself at the party. Who knows? Perhaps someone else will take notice of all your wonderful qualities...and hopefully I'll be able to make use of them in due time.

You've come a long way from your old self, Andrew. I must admit, I didn't think you had it in you to be so...agile. Perhaps there is hope for you yet. For now, continue to make me proud and show these people what an asset you can truly be. But remember: my patience won't last forever.

With a sultry smile and a wink, Kitty Sommers disappears into the crowd once more, leaving you alone with your thoughts and an unspoken promise of what might come next if you continue to prove yourself worthy in her eyes.