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Abigail, so glad you could make it. Come on in.

Thank you, Mr. Taylor.

Hey, I know it's a bit strange for you coming to your school guidance

counselor's home, but I hated the thought of you missing your prom due to

something as trivial as money.

You're 18 years old.

You're going to be building these lifelong memories at your prom. I don't

you to miss that.

My daughter went to school last year. She left a bunch of her clothes behind.

I kind of want to put them to good use.

Well, I really appreciate it, Mr. Taylor.

I can't even tell you how much.

No problem.

You have a beautiful home.

Oh, don't let the appearance fool you. I'm a total mess when I'm by myself.

Hey,

I'll show you up to my daughter's old room.

I found a bunch of her old clothes I think you'll really like.

And I laid out a couple of drafts that I think would be great for prom.

Come on, I'll show you up to her room.

Okay.

So how's your weekend going?

Good. Yeah?

Any exciting plans coming up?

See, I've just done the whole way.

Okay. Yeah.

Wow.

So many rooms.

Yeah, it's kind of a big house.

Just you?

Just me.

Well, I mean... Yeah. Yeah, she left a year ago, so... But we're right here.

Oh, okay.

And here we are.

Yeah, check the dresses out. I think she only wore them maybe like once or

twice, if that.

Everything okay?

Yeah.

I'm sorry.

It doesn't exactly look like a teenage girl's bedroom.

Oh, yeah.

My daughter was really not very big on decorating.

She was too busy with debate club and saving the planet. And she had a thing

about horses.

Oh, okay.

Yeah. Oh,

I didn't know what size you were.

But you do look about the same size as my daughter.

So if you find anything that fits and you like it, all yours.

These dresses are really

nice.

What's wrong?

I just... I feel a bit bad having to wear someone else's clothes.

Aw, Abigail, there's absolutely nothing to feel bad about.

These clothes are just going to be sitting in the closet anyway.

Frankly, I'm glad they're getting a second life.

Sometimes I feel like...

People can see it on me.

They hand me downs.

Clearance rack.

I feel like I'm just wearing a big neon sign that says, my family doesn't have

enough money.

I don't see that at all.

You know what I see?

I see a strong young woman that shows up to school every day with her chin up.

A young woman that takes the time to be kind, even when the world isn't.

That's very rare, Abigail.

That means a lot to me.

I just wish that my fellow classmates felt the same way.

Teenagers can be horrible, but you're one of the strong ones.

Remember what we discussed in your sessions?

You can't let them... dictate who you are.

Okay?

So now, why don't you just try on some of the clothes, and I'll try to give you

some privacy.

The mirror is all yours, and just holler if you need anything, okay?

Okay.

Have fun.

Feels so new.

Maybe she only wore it once.

Huh.

That's weird.

It still has the price tag on it.

I hope your prom date didn't notice our dress

dresses were bought yesterday?

I don't understand.

That doesn't make any sense.

Mr. Tyler?

Are you watching me?

I'm so sorry, Abigail.

that you bought these clothes yesterday, but I thought that these were your

daughters. Look, Abigail, I can explain.

I don't have a daughter.

Are you freaking kidding me?

That's the truth, and I know it sounds like... Oh, my God!

Oh, my fucking God, this is insane!

How could you lie about something like this? It doesn't change anything.

I... I still care about you. I'm still here for you. I still want you to have

these clothes.

And that's not all you want from me, right?

Oh, what do you mean?

You were spying on me.

Have you been watching me this whole time?

Yeah. Oh, my God.

Were you?

You did all of this just to spy on me?

That's not true, Abigail.

I do care about you. And look, I'm a human being. I have needs.

I have desires.

I'm still your friend.

My friend? You're my guidance counselor.

This is so fucked up. I'm going. I have to go. Abigail, please.

Don't leave.

Is this how you repay me?

After everything I've done for you?

Time and time again I've been there for you. When your classmates are mocking

you? When your teachers aren't even there for you?

Who's there?

You are, but that doesn't excuse what you've done.

Yeah, it might not, okay? I guess it doesn't. But if you want to leave,

fine. But I'm human.

I have feelings and I feel things too.

Alright?

And you know what I'm feeling right now?

is that everything I've done for you has gone massively unappreciated.

Well, none of that matters.

You tricked me.

You're a creep.

A creep, huh?

I'm disappointed in you, Abigail.

I had high hopes for you.

I thought you could see the bigger picture, because right now, all you're

is this specific situation that's not going in your favor, and you are

forgetting everything.

that I have ever done for you.

Most of all, I thought you'd be grateful.

Well, I am grateful for some of the things that you've done.

Well, I sure hope so.

It's not for every student that I act so generously.

You know, I have tons of other students to help and counsel.

And the amount of time I've spent on you far exceeds anything I've done with

them.

Combined. It's not for every student that I act so generously, you know?

Just last week, remember, I asked Mrs. Roberts to send that project for you so

you'd have more time to work on it?

Yes.

And what about that field trip that your parents couldn't afford to pay the fee

to when we went to Washington?

Who paid for that out of their own pocket?

It was you.

Yeah, damn right it was.

I didn't have to pay for that out of my own pocket, nor did I have to pay for

these goddamn dresses.

But I did.

Now, so what if I made up a story about a daughter? I made up that story so that

you wouldn't feel so bad about the situation.

Is that so bad?

I guess not.

Yeah. Now, I admit, I am not perfect.

Nobody is.

Are we agreed on that?

Yes. I admit that I'm also not perfect.

Holy shit.

A little bit of self -reflection, finally. How about that?

I feel this is over.

We've gone too far with this.

What do you mean?

Well, how else would you characterize this lack of appreciation?

Perhaps you want to continue this path alone.

No. No, please.

No? I do. I don't want that.

Well, your action speaks louder than words right now.

So you're going to have to prove to me that you're willing to make this right.

How?

That all depends on you.

What do you think is the right way to show your appreciation?

Well, I guess I would help you

get something that you would want.

And what do you think it is that I want?

Only if you're up for it.

But it would go a long way in balancing the scale.

All right, Mr. Taylor.

If this is what you want, I'll give it to you.

So grateful.

Good job.

Show me how much you appreciate it.

Oh, my God.

Show me how much you appreciate everything I do for you.

You trust me, right?

Then you're listening really well.

Let me slap your ass again.

learned that.

you keep one of those dresses.

Really, Mr. Taylor?

Yeah.

I want you looking good at the prom later on.

But you gotta do a good job and make me come.

So I can earn it back?

You have to earn it somehow.

Good job there. You did good.

It went for all of these?

Yeah, it did.

Oh, fuck.

See how far you can get down?

Oh, fuck yeah.

That's a girl. Come back around here.

On your side. On your hip.

You want to make me cum?

Take one of the dresses that you like.

Really? Yeah.

Thank you so much.

That's for you, sweetheart.

I am chaperoning the dance next week, though.

So I want to see which one you'd wear, all right? Okay.

You better look extra fucking sexy.