Family Feud II

The Family Feud II

Chapter Twenty-Five

STAR COUNT:
WENDY: 4
JAMIE: 8

Jamie got in the truck wearing only her heels, her t-shirt and cat collar. Her dad made her carry her clothes in silence as he stalked out of the high school in apparently a sour mood.

Once he got into the truck though, he immediately changed expressions “Holy Shit, were you scared?” he asked his pouty, confused daughter.

“What? Yes Of course, Sir”

“Look, you get three stars from me, for that one. I am just happy that nothing is going to happen!” Bill explained how Cathy had shown up with a phone and some images, that seemed to concern the Principal.

“Latisha? She is the sweetest girl” Jamie at first had a hard time believing that such a strong, empowered, smart girl would take naked photos but then she realized that she was in the same boat. She silently kicked herself for immediately jumping to the conclusion Latisha was one of the slutty girls. It was entirely possible she was acting under some kind of blackmail herself.

“Is every pretty girl in my school, a whore for Cathy Griffin?” she asked out loud rhetorically.

“Wouldn’t it be cool if they were?” Bill said without thinking about it. “You certainly are”

“Sir?” she said.

“Actually, tell you what. You can drop the Sirs until your Mom comes home. I probably shouldn’t do this, but how would you like to get ice cream, like we did when you were little?”

She hadn’t gone for ice cream with her father since she was nine years old. “That is so sweet of you, but you just called me a whore?” she said hurt and confused.

“Yes, and as far as I am concerned, Cathy Griffin is some kind of amazing puppet master. She plays the notes, you dance. If not, who knows what she’ll do. You didn’t see it. She walked in all sweet and innocent. Like that girl in the movie Kick Ass, you know that one where she is standing there in a catholic school girl outfit and asks directions? Then BLAM, shot right to the head.”

Jamie had no idea what movie her dad was talking about. She didn’t exactly want Ice Cream, she had been watching her figure, and eating healthy “Can we get frozen yogurt?”

“Okay, fancy girl, let’s get yogurt!”. Bill conceded happily. He was glad the whole mess had been avoided.

Jamie didn’t feel weird walking into the frozen yogurt place is just a long t-shirt and heels. She wasn’t under the scrutiny of her father, the thumb of her brother. She was smiling and laughing along with him as he described again and again how he thought he was screwed and the face of the Principal starting to crack.

“That must be a helluva phone she has there.”

“She has pictures of you with cheerleaders too, you know Daddy?” Jamie added.

“I know Punkin, I know. That is why you will be very nice to her, is that understood?”

Jamie wanted to explain that she had trusted Cathy, and got the rug pulled out from under her. At the same time, maybe there had been a silver lining. Cathy could have very well let her get suspended and lose her slot as Co-captain in cheerleading.

Bill walked in the door to his house still on cloud nine about the fortunate turn of events at school.

Wendy had a ball gag strapped to her mouth, and was high stepping in place. Her tits jiggling, her ass jiggling. Chris was slapping with her a wooden rod across the tits, alternating to the ass and thighs.

“Hey, I wasn’t sure when you’d get home! Some guy named Steve brought Mom home from work. Mrs. Waxerman was asking if we’d send them over to her house. I wasn’t sure if you wanted them to sunbathe, there isn’t much sunlight left, so I told her to come back and I’d let her know what my Father decided. She seemed to think that was cool.” Chris smirked.

“So what did the slut get? One week? Two weeks?” Chris asked his dad about what happened with the Principal.

Bill could see Wendy slowing down her high steps, her arms raised above her head started to droop slightly. She was obviously curious about what Chris meant by his question.”

“Okay, according to Bill’s Bill, we should probably have a family meeting over it” Bill was actually a little worried that his wife would freak out over it. “Mrs Waxerman will have to wait”.

Bill ordered his daughter to undress fully including her heels, and then handcuffed the two of them so their hands were behind their backs and the handcuffs were interlaced, their butts touching, cheek to cheek as they faced away squatting on the balls of their feet.

“Okay, this should put you two in the right mindset for the family meeting”. Bill called things to order in his living room.

Chris gave a cheerful “Hear hear!” to chime in.

“So first order of business, Did Steve keep you busy today, I haven’t checked my emails.”

Wendy seemed impatient. “Sir, you know he did, can we talk about the suspension?”

“Well, I set the agenda of this family meeting. I’d like to hear about how YOUR day went first, is that so much to ask that a husband takes an interest in his wife’s day?” Bill said somewhat passive aggressively.

“Bill, do I need to invoke the red-flag clause? You remember the one you put in the deal for when things go too far? I almost lost my job today. Almost everyone thinks I have a sexual addiction, and need treatment, and now you are telling me Jamie was suspended?”

“If you don’t calm down, I am going to gag you” Bill said menacingly.

“I’d like to see you try” even from the floor with her hands cuffed, Wendy’s defiance caused Bill’s spine to crawl.

“Okay, okay, I can see this emotional, how about we wait 72 hours, like the rules say, and I send you to Waxerman, so you can cool down?” Bill offered.

“Sir, Bill? Husband? I am telling you that our only source of income is in severe jeopardy. My daughter’s education, and the possibility of her getting into a good college in in severe jeopardy. You’ve got us around the house by the ass. Why does it have to be the rest of the world too?”

“Well for one, because if it was just us humiliating you, you would grow used to it. After two weeks, we’d have seen you do everything, and nothing could shock us, and it wouldn’t humble you to do it in front of us.

You know how for years you wouldn’t fart in front of me, then you finally did? It is because you became familiar with me. It no longer mattered to you if I knew it” Bill was trying to offer some levity on a serious situation.

“I just think maybe I should take a leave of absence from work, and since Jamie is suspended, that makes sense we stay around here, Sir. You can make us do what you want, but don’t keep sending us out with other men and embarrassing us out of the house.”

“Well the very reason it’s necessary, is you don’t mind it so much at home, but you would out of the house. If it was no skin off your nose, you aren’t going to feel the embarrassment you made us feel.”

“Oh Bill, I am so sorry about what I put you two through, but enough is enough. This game is effecting our real life.”

“You don’t think it effected ours, just because I didn’t work and Chris isn’t the popular one at school?”

“Actually, I am kind of popular” Chris corrected, but Wendy and Bill weren’t listening.

“I know it did, but Sir can’t you see lines are being crossed here? School suspension?”

“Actually, I handled it.” Bill explained how he had talked the Principal into letting Jamie go with a warning.

“I don’t buy it, I know the Principal. He is too straight laced, he’d have to report it. I think it is a law or something”

“If no report is made, I don’t think he has to report it. It seems there was some other evidence submitted that made him wonder if the naked girl was his own daughter Latisha”

“Okay, Latisha is black. Granted, she wears blue contacts, and talks like a white girl, but how could a picture of Jamie look like Latisha? She isn’t THAT light skinned.”

“What I am saying is, that it seems there are naughty pictures of Latisha, and the Principal”.

“Together?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t actually see them” He explained that Cathy Griffin had produced them and saved his daughter’s bacon today.

“Not really, Bill.” Wendy said with true concern in her voice. “Her help will come with strings attached.”

“Yeah, actually she came to me today about helping watch Jamie, but I didn’t get a good feeling about it, so I turned her down. I can watch her.”

“Thank you, Sir!” Wendy said respectfully to her son. “We need to steer as far as clear of that girl, and whatever wicked games she plays as possible.”

“Don’t you think it is a bit too late for that?” Bill asked, a little more worried about the fact that his carefully constructed game was crumbling. His wife was not wanting to continue to be the good sport any longer. “She already has the photos, who knows how many other people she is playing with. Let’s just do what she says. You two be kind and gracious to Cathy and her brothers. If she thinks you are her pawns, she won’t have any reason to do anything more. What is the harm in doing what she says. It can’t be more sadistic than Chris and I?” Bill said.

“The reason I agreed to this Bill, was to save our marriage, to save our family. Doing what you say is to give you closure on the rotten things we did. I agreed to everything for that. I don’t owe Cathy Griffin any of that..”

“No, but she did get Jamie out of suspension”.

“So what happens tomorrow? When Jamie gets caught by a different teacher doing something nasty, or I get caught by my boss with a candle up my ass?”

Chris giggled, but Wendy didn’t worry about it.

“We can be a little more careful” Bill said simply.

“And will you be happy with careful?”

“Not really, I am actually having fun. If Jamie gets suspended, or you lose your job, we’ll find a way. I could move us into Rahjid’s motel. I am sure there are jobs you could take.” Bill said sheepishly.

Wendy was about to respond when she got hit hard in the chest with a marshmallow. Chris had blown one through a PVC air gun at his mom. At first she knotted her brow.

Then another hit her in the thigh, then another. Chris handed his father one of the air guns and before long they were circling the two women with the guns shooting them with marshmallows and the entire thing caused them to laugh. Even Wendy couldn’t believe she was actually having fun, even though she was being shot, sometimes very hard with the marshmallows.

The randomness of it, caused everyone to start giggling without thinking about the reasons. It felt like Indian’s circling the wagons. The two girls unable to shield themselves, trying to keep balance as the thwak-thwak of marshmallow after marshmallow pounded them.

DING-DONG, the doorball rang causing their dog Rosco to start barking from the back yard. Chris checked the door. “It’s Mrs Waxerman.”

Bill looked at his wife and Jamie who were wiping the smiles off their face. “Shall I let her in?”

“It’s up to you, Sir”

Mrs Waxerman neighborhood busy body, had been promised the Taylor women would stop by to clean up and be instructed in the ‘Mountain ways’.

She had been thoroughly impressed earlier by Bill’s no-nonsense application of domestic discipline.

However, she had a look like she just smelled the most rotten fart of all time, seeing the two girls handcuffed to each other, ass to ass, legs apart so that their crotch was exposed, naked and squatting on their toes with marshmallows around them.

“What is this deviousness?” she asked Bill.

“Deviousness? We were just playing a game.”

“I may have misjudged you, Sir. The application of discipline, is one thing. I can understand the baring of the bottoms, and the use of switches to administer pain. This seems of a sexual and deviant nature.” she was indignant, not daring to even look down at the women. Her little dog straining at the leash to get over to where the girls were squatting.

“Actually, this is a family meeting. We were discussing whether or not Wendy should continue her career and if Jamie should be home schooled. I handcuffed them, because idle hands are the devils tools. I told you about their masturbation problem?” Bill said suddenly becoming serious.

“No you did not!” still indignant, but now Victoria Waxerman’s interest had been piqued.

“If you’ve the time to stay for some tea, I’d tell you about it. We were just wrapping up the family meeting, by blowing off a little steam. I’ll uncuff the two of them, and they can get you something to drink and we can have a chat about it.”

“If your family business is not concluded, and you are concerned their touch themselves impurely, I’d rather you leave them where they are, and direct me to your kitchen if you do not mind. I am perfectly capable of pouring myself a drink.”

“I am sure you are, but you are guest in my house, I would be a terrible host if I let my lazy wife and daughter sit there, while you toiled in my kitchen.”

“Nonsense, I won’t hear of it” Mrs Waxerman reigned in her dog preventing him from getting to any of the straw marshmallows that were arrayed around the carpet, deflected from the girls.

When she went into the kitchen, all four Taylors stifled a laugh. They weren’t sure what they were laughing about. Could it have been Bill’s snow job that he was a good honest, god-fearing mountain man to be? Could it have just been the impossibleness of the situation and how Mrs Waxerman had wanted to sound like a prude, but as soon as Bill offered to dish on his wife, she wanted to stay.

It is hard to say why they laughed, but they did. If Wendy had to think about it, it could be just that she hadn’t slept in about 30 hours and was punch drunk from lack of sleep.

When Victoria walked back in, gracefully carrying herself like the Queen of England, she was holding a a platter with some tea and three tea cups. One for Chris and Bill and herself. She sat it as well as some crackers she had found on the coffee table and said “So, what is this problem?”

“Maybe it would be best if Wendy tells you herself?” Bill smiled.

“Are you sure it best for delicate ears?” Victoria sipped her tea, indicating Chris.

“Chris actually, weren’t you punishing your Mom for it, when Mrs Waxerman came over earlier?”

“Yes Sir” Chris said pretending to be a dutiful son. “I didn’t want to tell Mrs Waxerman our family shame though.”

“I don’t blame you, Boy” Mrs Waxerman took a deeper sip of her tea. She would have made a terrible poker player. The juicier the detail, the deeper the sip of tea. “If things have gotten so bad, the son has to punish her, while the Father is out of the house, too busy to take care of affairs at home, I am not sure I want to know what it is!” she said, fooling no one. She wanted to know and she wanted to know badly.

“Actually, I would have been home at the time, but I was collecting my daughter from school, for a similar offense!”

Mrs Waxerman’s had to fill up another cup of tea over that one.

“Wendy, why don’t you go first”.

Mrs Waxerman for the first time since sitting down laid her eyes upon Wendy’s tight and tan body. The way she was squatting with her butt out, forced her legs apart, so that she could see her pussy lips slightly parted. “Oh dear sweet Jesus in heaven, you’ve put rings into your female indention, and your bosoms!!” she almost dropped her tea.

“Yes Ma’am, I got them to be decorative and pleasing to my husband, to adorn my naked body.”

“You did no such thing, you got those wicked hoops, so that when you walk around shamelessly displaying your breasts without the modesty of a bra, they can indecently poke through, letting everyone know what a shameless hussy you are!” Mrs Waxerman’s hands were shaking slightly with a subtle sort of rage.

“Yes Ma’am, you are right about that, and I am sorry for lying to you” Wendy was slightly giddy, her expression gave Waxerman the impression she wasn’t being sincere.

“Your apology is ineffectual, you may be used to spreading your legs to get what you want from others, but surely you aren’t squatting there with your hind legs wide open for MY benefit” If Mrs Waxerman could glare white-hot pokers at Wendy, she would have.

“Actually, I think it’s for Mr. Snips benefit. He seems to want to get in there and have a sniff” Chris said of Waxerman’s dog who had been straining at the leash since she sat down to get over to the naked, sweaty girls.

“How perfectly obscene.” Victoria raised her nose into the air. “Chris Taylor, I suppose you think you are joking about this, but I am afraid to tell you that your Mother is unscrupulous, and my dear boy. Just look at how she squats, buttock to buttock with your poor Sister, legs apart, so that the word can see all the mysteries the good Lord sought fit to hide under hair on respectable adults.” Failing to consider that it was Bill and Chris who positioned them this way in the first place.

“Tsk, tsk tsk, and I don’t think I want you to confess the malady that afflicts you and drives you to these lewd activities so brazenly!” For a ‘Mountain woman’ Mrs Waxerman’s vocabulary was impressive. She reminded Bill of “Mrs. Jane” from the Beverly Hillbillies crossed with just a touch of ‘Granny’.

“As you wish, Ma’am” Wendy was quiet but stayed in position. Her hands cuffed in a criss-cross fashion with her daughter’s cuffs, she would have been able to stand, but she wasn’t going anywhere unless Jamie did.

“Oh no, you’ve come this far. Out with it, you’ve obviously no shame, or decorum about you! Why you’ve suddenly decided to become circumspect about revealing your degenerate nature, is a mystery!”

Wendy knew it wouldn’t do any good to remind Mrs Waxerman that only moments before she had told her not to confess.

“Despite the stern discipline and instruction of my Husband” Wendy swallowed audibly. It was easier to be like this in front of Mrs Waxerman since the first time she had visited. Wendy knew the shrewful old gossip was eating up the details of her life, and so she felt it best if she tried to say it with the most sincerest look of contrition.

“Despite the stern discipline and instruction of my Husband” Wendy repeated “I’ve been an unrepentant fornicator and masturbator. If I were uncuffed now, and thought I could get away with it, I would take two fingers and begin to stroke my pussy, slowly counter-clockwise, I’d take my other hand and begin to tweak and tug on my nipples until they were hard, getting them wet with my fingers.”

She paused, she could see Bill and Chris were hard, and Mrs Waxerman sipping her tea. “Cat has your tongue, or are even you a vile reprobate of a mother, feeling too ashamed to finish your sordid details?”

“No ma’am, I was just picturing pulling my thumb and forefinger on either side of my clit, gently rolling it between my fingers. A slow, gentle roll and then gradually accelerating the movement until I reach a natural rhythm. If my fingers were free, I’d draw a circle around my clit with my middle finger, or trace the alphabet.”

“A base and sinful use of the alphabet of the bible of our Lord!” Mrs Waxerman almost got out off the couch, but then looking around “And don’t think I don’t know that you are lustily describing this shameful self-love, at the same time picturing it!”

“Yes Ma’am, I cannot help myself. While holding apart my clit, I would use two fingers from the other hand to thrust inside me, only about two inches. Just enough to stimulate my g-spot”.

“And you’ve no remorse of any kind about informing your husband, your son, and the example you set for your daughter?”

“They know, Ma’am. They’ve caught me so many times. Which is why I’ve asked to be kept cuffed to prevent me from further bringing shame on them when there is guests present.”

Mrs Waxerman would only have to think about that to realize Wendy was making this all up. They were having a ‘family meeting’ when she arrived, there would have been no way to have cuffed her specifically for guests.

Mrs Waxerman really didn’t want to look too critically at what Wendy was telling her, instead she asked “And what do they do when they discover, that when they’ve given you more trust than you deserve, you’ve touched yourself.”

“I am usually beaten with that rod, near your foot Ma’am” indicating the wooden rod that Chris was using when her husband walked in.

“Upon your bottom only?”

“No, ma’am. The offending body part, my cunt lips, and my nipples if I’ve played with those at the same time.”

“Mr. Taylor, you’ve no fear that the wanton ways of the mother will not transfer to the daughter, simply by their association? Surely, you should separate these two, at once!!”

“Actually, Daddy was picking me up from school today, because I was playing with myself in the front of boys, using a Banana my brother packed me for lunch, and I got in trouble.”

Wendy thought her story was pretty far-out, but compared to Jamie’s hers was fairly tame.

“You did this in front of how many boys?”

“Probably about twenty, Ma’am. In the boy’s restroom.”

“What did the school do about this?” Victoria’s voice went higher by a single octave, and she took a deep drink of her tea.

“They did nothing, Ma’am”. Jamie wasn’t in any way exaggerating, or even bending the truth. Unlike her mom’s fabrication, everything she had said had actually happened.

“That is the problem with schools these days, they spare the rod, spoil the child!” The tea cup clattered on the saucer, Mrs Waxerman was working herself up into a furious rage, or possibly an orgasm of sorts. “And you learned this wicked behavior from your Jezebel of a mother, no doubt?”

“Actually, another cheerleader at school encouraged me to do it for Chris’s friends.” Jamie said innocently, taking on a slight lisp, reminiscent of Cindy Brady confession to losing a doll.

“Chris, you poor, poor boy. I’ve no way to console you, that you’ve lost the positive female role models of a good mother, and sister. Do not have malice in your heart for them, for they know not the wickedness they do. The unclean” she seemed to be quoting some biblical scripture that meant nothing to Chris.

“It is kind of amusing. I don’t see the big deal.” Chris said slouching on the couch, while eating a cracker.

“Sit up, dear boy. You are so simple, and sweet Chris. You don’t see the problem with your mother’s behavior, because you’ve not been exposed to how normal people live. In all of my days, I’ve not seen anything quite like this. My sisters and I were raised up with discipline, but we were good honest, people. Yes, some times we’d stand by the woodshed, with our bottoms down awaiting our turn at punishment, but there was nothing perverse about it. This abomination squatting in your living room, it is filth.”

“Wow” Chris laughed. “I hadn’t thought about it that way, I see your point” it wasn’t really clear whether Chris meant that or was just humoring her.

“People will talk, Salacious rumors my dear son, spread by those who traffic in gossip. That will be a reflection on you and your family name.” Victoria warned the Taylors in general.

“You were going to help us stem the tide of those rumors, though weren’t you?” Bill smiled, reminding her that the day prior she had promised to set the record straight. That was of course Bill’s way of appealing to her nature as a gossip herself. Letting her feel that it was morally her obligation to let people know the trials and tribulations he faced trying to deal with a hussy of a wife and daughter.

“Oh, but I am loathe to sully my hands with the dirt of common gossip.” She said, putting a hand over one breast as if wounded by an imaginary arrow to the chest for dramatic effect.

“Would it help if my wife were to accompany you to neighbors houses, so that she could recount her sins and sufferings?”

“I don’t believe I possess sufficient patience, nor fortitude of spirit to restrain her licentious and unruly behavior, no that of her daughter for that matter.”

“That is unfortunate, it wouldn’t surprise me if by the time you saw my daughter again, she had nipple rings just like her momma” Bill said taking on a slightly southern accent. Bill was getting a charge out of seeing how far he could wind her up.

“Pluck them out, if they offend you!” Victoria demanded.

“What good would it do? She’d just put them in again. Unless she truly learns her lesson, she is likely to be in probate for her life.” Bill was acting like he needed her moral guidance.

“I believe you mean, a reprobate.” Mrs Waxerman corrected. She must know at least a hundred words that all mean “immoral”, most of which she seemed to get from her Bible studies.

“Yes, yes. I am sorry, I was never one for book learning.” Bill admitted. That much was true, but it only helped give her the impression of the simple country father.

“I can see that. You are a good honest, Man, Bill Taylor. You work hard for your family.” She had overlooked the fact Bill had been unemployed for quite some time and Wendy earned the family’s only income.

“Do you keep them this way all the time?” Victoria addressed Bill, putting her attention back on the squatting females.

“No, no. When you leave I’ll probably administer an enema.”

“According to Claude de Rouvroy, duc de Saint-Simon, clysters were so popular at the court of King Louis XIV of France that the duchess of Burgundy had her servant give her a clyster in front of the King (her modesty being preserved by an adequate posture)” she added the last part in hushed whisper as if it were necessary to do so.

“Well I don’t know Clodd De Roro, it’s just to keep their butts from stinking up the place” Bill said half smiling at how ignorant it sounded, and how it seemed to set Mrs Waxerman off. She seemed to know a great deal about enemas and talked at length about pepper and turpentine remedies, with the proper dilution.

“John Harvey Kellogg!“ She held up a finger “Yes, the inventor of Corn Flakes, the breakfast cereal you children probably have to eat with cold milk, because your mother is too lazy to cook a proper breakfast of grits, mush, hominy and pork.”

“He wrote the Living Temple, among other things. At the Battle Creek Sanitarium, Kellogg held classes on food preparation for homemakers. Sanitarium visitors engaged in breathing exercises and mealtime marches to promote proper digestion of food throughout the day.” she explained, to the four Taylors.

“Kellogg made sure that the bowel of each and every patient was plied with water, from above and below. His favorite device was an enema machine that could rapidly instill several gallons of water in a series of enemas. Every water enema was followed by a pint of yogurt, half was eaten, the other half was administered by enema.” It was clear to everyone there, she had a deep reverence for this technique.

She seemed to be quoting him when she said, while closing her eyes in recitation “thus planting the protective germs where they are most needed and may render most effective service." The yogurt served to replace the intestinal flora of the bowel, a squeaky-clean intestine!”

“I think we have some gogurt in the fridge” Chris offered only half paying attention at this point.

“Oh dear, boy. You have no idea what you are saying, bless your heart.” Waxerman said dismissively of his comment.

“Well, you are welcome to observe, We’ll just use water this time if it is alright with you.”

“If you must. Something that crude is better than no remedy at all.” she didn’t decline the invitation, her lips pursed in a self-satisfied pucker.

“Then I think Jamie has another date?” Bill looked at Chris who nodded that she did. “My wife will probably go to bed, she is tired.”

“Why it is only 6:30 PM in the evening! Measure not the work until the day's out and the labor done.” she said quoting  Elizabeth Barrett Browning. “Sleep, I bet she’s not prepared supper for the men of the house?”

“No, she hasn’t but I was thinking of letting her rest, she was out late last night.”

“Fornicating!?” Mrs Waxerman asked with her usual outrage amped up a little extra.

“Probably so” Bill wasn’t exactly sure what fornicating meant, but he thought it was a safe bet to answer yes.

“It would surprise me not, if some of these men she frolicked with bore the mark of Cain?”

“What?” Bill asked, realizing the question was directed at him.

“And the Lord said unto me: Prophesy; and I prophesied, saying: Behold the people of Canaan, which are numerous, shall go forth in battle array against the people of Shum, and shall slay them that they shall utterly be destroyed; and the people of Canaan shall divide themselves in the land, and the land shall be barren and unfruitful, and none other people shall dwell there but the people of Canaan; for behold, the Lord shall curse the land with much heat, and the barrenness thereof shall go forth forever; and there was a blackness came upon all the children of Canaan, that they were despised among all people.” she recited the passage verbatim.

“I still don’t follow” Bill said. He legitimately wasn’t trying to wind her up, but his ignorance to her scriptured verse only seemed to heighten her outrage.

“How do you expect to be shepherd to this household, if you do not hold to the sacred teachings!”  Mrs Waxerman calmed herself “I am sorry Bill, I know you and your son are simple men, doing the best you can, with what you have. What I mean to say, were any of the ones she was with colored?”

“Wendy, how many were black yesterday?”

Counting the boy at Wendy’s, I’d say three, Sir.” Wendy said plainly. Jamie bumped her mom’s ass as if to  silently say “Mom, you are playing with her head TOO hard”, as she had no idea her mom was actually speaking the truth.

“I used to say that Divorce was for cowards, Bill Taylor” Mrs Waxerman shook her head in disapproval. “Not a soul would blame you for seeking one with this wild strumpet. Not one soul.” she shook her head.

“Would you like to watch me administer their enema?” Bill said changing the subject abruptly.

“I would indeed, I’ll bet they’ve no concern for their modesty, when you do so.”

“Not in the least, not in the least.” Bill comforted his guest.