That afternoon, on the walk home, I

That afternoon, on the walk home, I came up with a plan to butter Jake up so that he would go easy on me with the whole fear-facing punishment. Maybe I could make a deal with him where I could at least have some say in what he chooses to have me do. For example, even though riding the subway was something I avoided, it gave me nowhere near the terror that elevators did. I was sure he didn’t realize just how incapacitated I had become over the years and how hard it was going to be for me to face my fears.
Even though I hadn’t gotten my grade yet, I was certain it wasn’t an A, so I needed to put my plan into action. They say the way to get to a man is through his stomach. I knew just what I was going to make for him.
Tarah and Ryan arrived home together just as I was starting the fire on the stove.
“What are you doing, missy?” Tarah asked.
“Trying to save my ass.”
She laughed. “What are you making?”
“Did Jake say anything about our bet?”
Tarah shook her head. “No. Jake doesn’t really say anything to me about anything. Is this about the tutoring?”
“Yes. Basically, each time I don’t get an A on one of my exams, he is going to make me face one of my phobias. It’s a sick sort of punishment, really.”
Ryan laughed. “No shit? I think that’s brilliant!”
“I knew you would feel that way, Ryan.”
Tarah rubbed my back. “I am sorry, sweetie. I agree with Ryan. You can’t live like this, especially since you live in the city now. Imagine how much easier life would be if you could get past all of that shit.”
“I just don’t like to be forced into it.”
Ryan raised his voice. “No one is forcing you to do anything, and you know it, Nina. You agreed to Jake’s little bet because you know that you need to be pushed, or you’ll never change. These things only get worse the longer you let them fester.”
I knew he was right.
Ryan and Tarah left to have an early dinner downstairs at Eleni’s. About twenty minutes later, I was just about finished with my masterpiece when I heard the door open.
Jake slammed the door shut and started sniffing. “What do I smell?”
His immediate reaction to the aroma made me chuckle. “What do you think you smell?
His stride toward the kitchen area became faster with each step. “I smell heaven. What did you do? That’s not—”
I bit my bottom lip and nodded with a smile. “It is.”
“Bananas Foster? Bananas fucking Foster?”
“Yup. I made it for you, as a thank you for helping me last night.” I burst into laughter at his reaction as his eyes bugged out of his head.
Jake said nothing, just sat down, took a huge bite, dipping his head back in ecstasy and moaned.
I’ve heard that moan before. I shook my head to get the disturbing thought of Jake with another woman out of my mind.
His mouth was full. “Ugh. Mmmmmm. Oh my God. You know this is like my wet dream, right?”
There’s an analogy: What Bananas Foster is to Jake…Jake is to Nina.
“I figured you’d like it.”
“Like it…Nina…I fucking love it,” he said before taking another huge bite. He ate in silence for a few minutes with his eyes closed half of the time. “Where did you learn to make this?”
“I actually took a dessert-making class back home once. It’s actually not that hard to make. It’s just butter, sugar, rum, vanilla, cinnamon, ice cream and of course, bananas.”
He continued to devour the entire batch until the plate was bone dry. I sat across from the table with my chin in my hands just watching it happen like a spectator sport.
He ran his finger repeatedly across the plate licking the last remnants, which caused my insides to tingle.
I suddenly wished I were wearing the plate.
When there was nothing left, he closed his eyes one last time, slowly opened them wide, shook his head and said, “Mmm…mmm…mmm. Promise me you’ll make that again for me.”
I laughed at how serious he was actually being. “That can be arranged.”
“I don’t think you understand. That was the best thing I have ever tasted in my entire life. No one has ever made anything for me like that. My mother couldn’t cook for shit growing up. She worked hard and all, especially after my father died but never cooked, never baked. That’s why I started eating so many damn bananas in the first place.”
That was the first moment Jake ever shared anything important about himself with me.
“How old were you when your father died?”
He seemed caught off guard by the question but answered looking down at the plate. “I was five, almost six.”
My heart broke for him. “I’m sorry, Jake.”
“Yeah, me too.” He coughed and quickly changed the subject. “Anyway, you’re making this again, okay?
“Well, I did make it as a thank you, but I have to admit…there may have been an ulterior motive.”
He wiped his mouth with a napkin, crumpled it and threw it at me jokingly. “Oh?”
“Yes. I was actually hoping that maybe you would go easy on me if it turns out I didn’t get an A…maybe let me have some say in how far I’m willing to go with this punishment thing.”
He threw his head back in laughter, and I could see his tongue ring. He scratched his chin, pretending to think about it and then said, “Um…no.” 
“Jake…” I whined.
He mocked me in the same tone. “Nina…”
“I am so screwed.”
“Oh, Ye of little faith. Did you even get your grade yet?”
“I am pretty sure they’re up. I just have to go online and check if they’re posted on Hernandez’s website.”
He walked down the hall and returned with his laptop, placing it on the counter. “Check it.”
  I nervously keyed in the web address as he leaned in over me. I could smell the bananas and rum on his breath and could feel him breathing on my shoulder, which made me fidgety as I typed in the password.
The first thing I noticed was Alistair’s grade: Alistair York: 100.
Scrolling down, I looked for mine, and there it was: Nina Kennedy: 78.
My chest constricted with mixed emotions. I had gotten a C+, which was better than I could have ever hoped for but far from what I needed to avoid having to pass Jake’s test.
Jake and I turned to each other at the same time, and the gleam in his eyes told me I was in for it.

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Sore itu, rumah berjalan, saya datang dengan rencana mentega Jake up sehingga ia dapat pergi mudah pada saya dengan seluruh ketakutan-menghadapi hukuman. Mungkin aku bisa membuat kesepakatan dengan dia mana aku bisa setidaknya memiliki beberapa mengatakan dalam apa yang dia memilih untuk memiliki saya lakukan. Sebagai contoh, meskipun naik kereta bawah tanah adalah sesuatu yang aku menghindari, itu memberi saya tempat di dekat teror yang Elevator lakukan. Aku yakin dia tidak menyadari betapa lumpuh aku telah menjadi selama bertahun-tahun dan bagaimana keras itu akan menjadi bagi saya untuk menghadapi ketakutan saya.Meskipun saya tidak mendapat kelas saya belum, aku tertentu ini bukan A, jadi saya perlu menempatkan rencana ke dalam tindakan. Mereka mengatakan satu cara untuk mendapatkan seorang pria adalah melalui perutnya. Aku tahu hanya apa yang saya akan membuat baginya.Tarah dan Ryan tiba di rumah bersama-sama seperti aku mulai api di atas kompor."Apa yang Anda lakukan, missy?" Tarah bertanya."Berusaha untuk menyelamatkan pantatku."Dia tertawa. "Apa Apakah Anda membuat?""Apakah Jake mengatakan apa-apa tentang taruhan kami?"Tarah menggelengkan kepalanya. "No. Jake tidak benar-benar mengatakan sesuatu kepada saya tentang apa pun. Ini tentang Les?""Ya. Pada dasarnya, setiap kali saya tidak mendapatkan A pada salah satu ujian, dia akan membuat saya menghadapi salah satu saya fobia. Itu adalah semacam sakit hukuman, benar-benar."Ryan tertawa. "Tidak ada kotoran? Saya pikir itu brilian!""Saya tahu Anda akan merasa seperti itu, Ryan."Tarah menggosok punggung saya. "Saya minta maaf, sayang. Saya setuju dengan Ryan. Anda tidak bisa hidup seperti ini, terutama karena Anda tinggal di kota sekarang. Bayangkan berapa banyak hidup lebih mudah akan jika Anda bisa melewati semua omong kosong. ""Saya hanya tidak suka akan dipaksa ke dalamnya."Ryan mengangkat suaranya. "Tidak ada orang yang memaksa Anda untuk melakukan sesuatu, dan kau tahu itu, Nina. Anda setuju untuk Jake sedikit yang bertaruh karena Anda tahu bahwa Anda perlu untuk mendorong, atau Anda tidak akan pernah berubah. Hal ini hanya menjadi lebih buruk lagi Anda membiarkan mereka menjadi borok."Aku tahu dia benar.Ryan dan Tarah kiri untuk makan malam awal bawah di Eleni's. Sekitar dua puluh menit kemudian, aku sudah hampir selesai dengan karya saya ketika saya mendengar pintu terbuka.Jake membanting pintu tertutup dan mulai mengendus. "Apa yang lakukan saya bau?"Reaksi langsung untuk aroma membuatku tertawa. "Apa pendapatmu Anda bau?Nya langkahnya menuju area dapur menjadi lebih cepat dengan setiap langkah. "Aku mencium langit. Apa yang Anda lakukan? Itu bukanlah — "Saya sedikit bibir bawah dan mengangguk dengan senyum. "Sudah.""Pisang Foster? Bananas sialan Foster?""Yup. Aku berhasil untuk Anda, sebagai ucapan terima kasih untuk membantu saya tadi malam." Aku meledak menjadi tawa di reaksinya sebagai matanya disadap dari kepalanya.Jake mengatakan apa-apa, hanya duduk, mengambil gigitan besar, mencelupkan kembali kepala di ekstasi dan mengerang.Saya pernah mendengar bahwa mengerang sebelum. Saya menganggukkan kepala untuk mendapatkan mengganggu pikiran Jake dengan wanita lain dari pikiran saya.Mulutnya itu penuh. "Ugh. Mmmmmm. Oh Tuhan. Anda tahu ini adalah seperti saya mimpi basah, benar?"Ada sebuah analogi: apa Pisang Foster adalah Jake... Jake adalah Nina."Saya pikir Anda akan menyukainya."“Like it…Nina…I fucking love it,” he said before taking another huge bite. He ate in silence for a few minutes with his eyes closed half of the time. “Where did you learn to make this?”“I actually took a dessert-making class back home once. It’s actually not that hard to make. It’s just butter, sugar, rum, vanilla, cinnamon, ice cream and of course, bananas.”He continued to devour the entire batch until the plate was bone dry. I sat across from the table with my chin in my hands just watching it happen like a spectator sport.He ran his finger repeatedly across the plate licking the last remnants, which caused my insides to tingle.I suddenly wished I were wearing the plate.When there was nothing left, he closed his eyes one last time, slowly opened them wide, shook his head and said, “Mmm…mmm…mmm. Promise me you’ll make that again for me.”I laughed at how serious he was actually being. “That can be arranged.”“I don’t think you understand. That was the best thing I have ever tasted in my entire life. No one has ever made anything for me like that. My mother couldn’t cook for shit growing up. She worked hard and all, especially after my father died but never cooked, never baked. That’s why I started eating so many damn bananas in the first place.”That was the first moment Jake ever shared anything important about himself with me.“How old were you when your father died?”He seemed caught off guard by the question but answered looking down at the plate. “I was five, almost six.”My heart broke for him. “I’m sorry, Jake.”“Yeah, me too.” He coughed and quickly changed the subject. “Anyway, you’re making this again, okay?“Well, I did make it as a thank you, but I have to admit…there may have been an ulterior motive.”He wiped his mouth with a napkin, crumpled it and threw it at me jokingly. “Oh?”“Yes. I was actually hoping that maybe you would go easy on me if it turns out I didn’t get an A…maybe let me have some say in how far I’m willing to go with this punishment thing.”He threw his head back in laughter, and I could see his tongue ring. He scratched his chin, pretending to think about it and then said, “Um…no.” “Jake…” I whined.He mocked me in the same tone. “Nina…”“I am so screwed.”“Oh, Ye of little faith. Did you even get your grade yet?”“I am pretty sure they’re up. I just have to go online and check if they’re posted on Hernandez’s website.”He walked down the hall and returned with his laptop, placing it on the counter. “Check it.” I nervously keyed in the web address as he leaned in over me. I could smell the bananas and rum on his breath and could feel him breathing on my shoulder, which made me fidgety as I typed in the password.The first thing I noticed was Alistair’s grade: Alistair York: 100.Scrolling down, I looked for mine, and there it was: Nina Kennedy: 78.My chest constricted with mixed emotions. I had gotten a C+, which was better than I could have ever hoped for but far from what I needed to avoid having to pass Jake’s test.Jake and I turned to each other at the same time, and the gleam in his eyes told me I was in for it.