"Please, Jim, let me explain." Her voice sounded cracked. She tried desperately to act calm. "It's not exactly what it seems to be. You see, Bob came in to see me. To talk to me. He had a problem."
Jim nodded glumly. "And you took care of his problem. His big cock!"
She flushed. "That wasn't exactly his problem! You see, there's this girl he's got a date with Saturday night. He came to me to ask how he should act with her. He said she's a fast worker. He never had experience with a girl before-sexually, I mean!" She flushed, realizing her explanation sounded phony.
"Baloney!"
Jim, who knew his son better than her, realized how phony the story was. Bob an innocent? Hell! The kid probably did more fucking in a week than he did. He was sixteen. He had his own car. He had a flock of girls on the string. He was a good-looking lad. He shook his head.
"Don't try to sell me on that! I know my son. How long has this been going on? You and him fucking?"
Suspicious thoughts entered his mind. Every Wednesday night he was away from the house for a few hours.. Could this have been a weekly happening? Alice and Bob? Could he have been mistaken about the girl he'd married? Could the difference in their ages be too much? At age twenty-two, she was much nearer Bob's age. Could it be that they had been doing this every Wednesday night?
Glaring down, he repeated, "How long has this been going on?"
Alice sobbed. "This was the first time, believe me!" she whimpered.
He stepped to the bar and poured himself a stiff drink. He downed it, then another, and another. He needed them. His thoughts raced. Stepping back to the bed, he shook his head, "I don't believe you!" he said flatly. "I guess this is the end, Alice."
"What d'ya mean?"
"We can't stay together. Not after this." He jerked a thumb toward the closet. "Get your suitcases out and pack 'em. You're leaving. I don't want you around. Not any more. My own son! My own wife!"
She made no move to leave the bed. "I don't want to go, dear. I want to stay. Please, let's talk."
He downed his drink and refilled his glass. "Nothing to talk about. You don't think I could stay married to you, after what I just witnessed?" His voice contained a measure of deep sorrow and regret. He had enjoyed his two years of marriage to this beautiful girl. He very much regretted it was over.
Alice hadn't wanted to bring the subject up, but now she had no other choice, "I felt the same way about you a few weeks ago!" she snapped.
He frowned. "What's that mean?"
She hopped from the bed. Rushing over, she poured herself a drink. She gulped it down. Then, facing him, her face filled with anger, she snapped, "You know damned well what I mean! When I caught you in bed with Karen!"
He flushed. He'd been so self-righteous that he'd forgotten that incident. He sank onto the bed, staring glumly up at her, a wan smile on his face.
Alice flapped her arms about, carried away with her own pent-up rage.
"I guess that was all right! I left you then. You begged me to come back. I did. You told me to try and cope with the kids. I did. Bob came to me with a problem tonight. The first time. We got sort of carried away-" She broke off, realizing she was condemning herself.
She flung herself down on the bed, and cut loose with a series of sobs. "Oh, Jim! Jim! What's happening to us? You and Karen. Me and Bob. How did it happen?"
He eased over and placed a hand on her shaking hips. Gently he ran his warm hands up and down her heated body. A light was beginning to dawn. All that had happened couldn't have been sheer coincidence. It had been deliberately planned. A sharp, devious mind had been at work. Unless he was entirely wrong, he could guess the owner of the scheming mind.
"I think I know the answer to that."
He rolled her onto her back, eased up alongside her, eased up over her lush tits, and peered down into her tear-stained eyes. He gently wiped away the tears with his fingers, and smiled knowingly.
"Oh?" She smiled through her sobs.
"Karen!"
"'What'?"
"She's behind it all, unless I miss my guess."
Jim stroked Alice's brow and gently ran his fingers across her lips and tear-stained eyes.
"It was Karen who called me at the lodge a short time ago and told me to get home quick. Something was happening."
"But she was at Angie's!"
"That's what she said! But I think she lied. I think she arranged this whole thing. I think she conned Bob into doing what he did."
"But why?"
The logic of his reasoning seeped in. Alice for the first time realized that what Jim was saying was probably true. Karen had been acting so nice toward her lately. She had been so sweet. It had all been part of her scheme. Being a girl, she was well aware of how a girl's mind works.
Jim sat up in bed. The thoughts clicked into place.
"She never did approve of my marrying you. She's always resented it. Deep inside she felt that I should have turned to her for comfort and to satisfy my needs-sexually."
"Jim!"
"It's true. She mentioned it before. Kids today are kind of funny about sex. To them, it's just a physical act. Maybe because they learn so much about it in school, and it's heated so clinically. Anyway, I'm sure that's the answer."
Alice nodded. The pieces all clicked into place.
"I believe you're right, dear." She sat up beside him and gathered his hand in hers. "It's frightening. What're we going to do about her?"
He rose to his feet, drew her to hers, and crushed her to• his chest. He stroked her bare behind.
"Gee, I don't know. Sometimes the kid frightens me. She's so mature for her age. Eighteen! Yet, she acts like a grown woman at times. She probably knows more about sex than you and I put together." He shuddered.
"What she did tonight, and what she did a few weeks ago are only the beginning. She won't stop, will she?" A tremor of terror was in her voice. "She'll try anything to break us up, won't she?"
He crushed her to him, showered hex with kisses, and sighed.
"I'm afraid so, hon. I've got to straighten the kid out. Once and for all! It can't go on this way! The little minx."
"What'll you do?" She snuggled up to him and felt the bulge in the front of his slacks.
"I don't know, but I've got to do something now!" He eased her away. "I'll go have a talk with her. I'll tell her we're wise to her. I'll warn her-no more tricks. I'll lay the law down to her."
"That might not help. She's kinda stubborn. Bull-headed. Maybe we ought to give it some more thought."
He shook his head. "No. We can't let her get away with what she pulled tonight. I've got to go to her. Tell her we're wise to her. I don't know exactly what I'll say to her, but I'll think of something. Trust me, hon." Reaching down, he patted her warm pussy. "Keep this warm for me, hon. I'll be back shortly."
She nodded hopefully and tried to keep him from leaving by wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him.
"Don't go," she whispered. "Stay here and fuck me.''
Resolutely he disengaged her clinging arms, pecked a kiss at her 11ps, then, shoulders squared, he left the room to face his daughter.
CHAPTER NINE
Jim knocked on Karen's bedroom door, then pushed it open and stepped in, fucking on the light. She was in bed-pretending to be asleep. The covers were tucked up around her chin.
Glaring down, he cleared his throat. "Karen!" His voice was sharp. He meant it to be.
She strained, then flipped open an eye, then the other. A big smile lit her pretty face. "Daddy!" She eased up to a sitting position, keeping the covers up under her chin. Where they fell to the side, it revealed she was naked. She tucked the covers around her.
Noticing his glare of disapproval and the sternness of his expression, she frowned. "What's wrong, Daddy?"
"You know what's wrong! Don't pretend any longer! I'm wise to you!"
"Oh?" The pleasant smile drained.
He paced before her, keeping the stern expression on his face. He drew himself up and towered over her. Jabbing a finger in her direction, he intoned, "You planned all this, didn't you?"