Page 79 of Guess Again
Beaver Dam, Wisconsin Monday, August 4, 2025
SHE MANAGED TO ORGASM, ALTHOUGH IT WAS SELF-ASSISTED.
COACH Cordis did not have the same hold on her that he once had.
Still, she made a point of satisfying herself, using him as a means to an end.
It took much longer than Blake had lasted himself and their reunion was less than synergistic.
But tonight was not about sexual satisfaction. It was about closure.
She stood from the bed and stepped into her bikini bottoms.
“Where are you going?”
Blake asked in a playful tone, as if another round waited if she stayed the night.
“I’ve got a full day of clients tomorrow, and I’m quite certain you’re going to be very busy yourself.”
It took everything Lindsay had to say no more.
Blake’s sad life was about to come crashing down now that Portia Vail had been found alive.
Lindsay hadn’t seen any news reports yet about the girl’s safe return, but Francis Bernard had been transferred that morning and the plan was for him to give Ethan Hall the address of the cabin in Rome where Lindsay had kept the girl over the last few weeks.
Months earlier she had purchased the shitty fixer-upper cabin through a trust that she had registered in Blake’s name.
And Lindsay had left enough clues inside the cabin for police to find their way to Blake—the Saratoga cigarettes, which she still tasted in her mouth now from kissing him, were the easiest clues. But Ethan Hall would find the others.
This time around, Lindsay was taking no chances.
She used Francis Bernard to deliver the prepaid cell phone to Ethan Hall.
Alone, it might have been enough.
But to be sure, she had put her computer coding skills to work and created the anonymous confession using the encryption technology at the office.
Lindsay knew that trail would be difficult to follow, and even harder to crack. But once Ethan Hall made it through the cyber security fortress, she made sure the trail would lead back to Blake’s computer. When it was all pieced together, it would end with police storming Blake’s home on Prescott Estates sometime in the next day or two.
“You know,”
Lindsay finally said, a smile on her face as if reminiscing.
“The last time we slept together, I didn’t even know what to call you.”
Blake sat up on his elbows and looked at her with a confused expression.
“You probably didn’t even know how scared I was that night.”
Lindsay pulled her shorts up her thighs and buttoned them.
“Do you remember the night you took my virginity? The summer you started coaching at Cherryview? The summer I turned seventeen, and you were the new, young, hotshot volleyball coach?”
She saw Blake swallow hard.
His playful tone was gone when he spoke.
“I remember that night, Lindsay.
It meant a lot to me.”
“Did it?”
Lindsay asked as she buttoned her blouse.
“I wasn’t sure because you started sleeping with Callie a week later.”
“I didn’t .
.
. Lindsay.”
“Did you know I was a virgin that night? You had to know, right? I was seventeen and it wasn’t exactly the easiest night of sex.
I mean, you powered right through it like a typical man, concerned about nothing but yourself.
But, yeah, I didn’t know what to call you after you thrust yourself inside of me.
I had only ever called you Coach Cordis, and that sounded so totally inappropriate in the moment.
I made plans, though.”
Lindsay paused to laugh as she reminisced.
“I actually made plans to whisper your name in your ear the next time we slept together.
But that never happened.
You took my virginity, allowed me to fall in love with you, and then ghosted me to run off with my best friend.”
“We didn’t run off, Lindsay.”
“Of course you didn’t.
But you were about to.
You two were in love, right? I mean, I saw your text messages.
You and Callie wrote those words to each other.
You can imagine my surprise when I read them.”
Blake pushed off his elbows and sat up in bed.
“How did you read our text messages?”
“You took my virginity one week, and were in love with Callie the next?”
“That’s not how it happened, Lindsay.”
“I guess it doesn’t matter all these years later.
But just know that you’re in a world of hurt, and the things that are about to happen to you .
.
.
you deserve all of them. I mean, look at you and me. It’s irony defined, isn’t it? You once believed you had total control over me. You could take my virginity and break my heart, and not even talk to me about it. You could run off with my best friend and I was expected to just sit back and take it. You believed you were so superior. But look at us now. You shovel horse shit for a living, and I run an empire. The tides have certainly changed.”
Lindsay smiled.
“And just so you’re not confused.
Tonight was about nothing more than me taking back what’s mine.”
Lindsay headed for the door, turning before she left.
“Enjoy your time in prison, Coach.”