I stared at the gorgeous creature in front of me. Blonde hair cascaded down her back and she wore the war paint of her kind, red lips and nails.
“Do you have it?” She asked, holding out her hand expectantly. She looked almost bored, as of she were waiting for something to happen out of the ordinary.
“Yes, yes. Sorry. It’s just…” I stammered, guilt forming a dam in my throat against the words.
“What, you’re cheating? Please, people do it all the time. Now, do you have the cash or not?”
My hands were shaking as I drew the envelope from my jacket pocket. I knew it was wrong but this… I hadn’t been happy for a while. I had to do this, just to get over this hurdle. “Here. Everything you asked for.”
“Marvellous. Shall we begin?”
Hours later, then we were done. She left me alone to ponder what I’d done, struggling with myself.
It was for the best.
It’s immoral.
It’s necessary.
No it isn’t. It’s an easier path that comes at a price.
What if SHE finds out?
She’ll only do that if you tell her.
This carried on until I fell into a dark and tangled sleep.
When I woke in the morning, however, I felt better than I had in a long time. I felt free, ready to fight. Finally, not unsure. All thanks to one minor moral inconsistency.
Besides, after today I wouldn’t have to sit another maths test. I’ll not need someone to give me the answers again.
That makes it okay, right?
A twist that I hope caught some of you out. I’d like to apologise for any issues with this post, it’s been written using my teeny tiny phone buttons in the car park of a service station. Tomorrow, business as usual.
The Idiot in Tin Foil
The Idiot In Tin Foil 
I absolutely always adore your stories. I’d love to see what you would do with my post’s challenge.
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I’ll have to have a look once I’m in a more comfortable abode. Thanks for taking a look!
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