The Family Feud
Chapter Three
It was not just any old
porn. It was Jamie's friends from cheer leading, completely naked and
standing in poses that look like very glossy BDSM pictures. Cages and
whips in the background.
“What the fuck is this?”
Jamie asked out loud. The question sounding so wrong coming from her
mouth.
Her mom and dad were shocked to hear their perfect
little angel cuss, she hadn't done that around them before, but then
the situation really did warrant the question.
With some
prodding, Bill admitted he and some friends had put up a craigslist
ad for some models to do photos.
“With what money?”
his wife demanded. He wasn't working and so the answer was obvious.
Rather than answer the question, Bill simply responded
“Well..well, if we could sell them, we would have made our
money back.”
“How can you sell porn on the
internet Bill? Do you have a website? These are high school girls
anyway, Bill...what were you thinking?” his wife’s tone
was whatever the opposite word for supportive is.
At that
point from the other side of the room “Who buys porn anyway?
Girls put that shit on their facebook...haha..I seen dad's pics on
Cathy Griffin's Facebook, she was so proud of her boobies,
haha...stuck up priss” Chris offered flippantly.
“What?”
even Bill wanted to know how Chris knew about his dabbling in
porn.
Chris casually explained as if it was something
completely normal, that he had always known where his dad keeps the
porn on his computer. “The folder marked 'Not Pron'”,
Chris pointed out his dad had categorized porn by all topics and
subjects, public exposure, to double penetration and everything in
between. He had obviously spent a lot of time categorizing what must
be about 3 gigs worth of premium images and videos.
“You
did this while you were supposed to be looking for a job?”
Wendy asked her husband with her hands on her hips. Her tone was
seething, the veins in her lovely neck starting to throb.
Bill
laughed in a way that didn't seem to get the gravity of what was
being asked, as if it was a silly mistake and said “Yeah, I
know it sounds bad, but look me and Chris here will do extra stuff
around here, like you want...”
“Oh fuck
no....Divorce!! I am taking the house, the car...and Chris you can
get your stuff and get the fuck out too...you can live with your Dad,
he gets custody of your fat ass...I promise, I won't contest it...you
two deserve each other...you sick fuckers.” Wendy didn't cuss
either, but it had brought it out of her. She even lit up a cigarette
IN the house, which surprised everyone considering how fit she was,
that she even had them. No one asked her a word about it though.
She
was so angry, that there was just silence. It hung there heavy and
awkward.
Bill did not try to argue, debate, stall. He just
quietly started to pack his stuff, and even Chris got his. They were
loading up Bill's Truck with luggage when Bill came back in and
started unhooking the family computer.
“Where are you
going with that?” Wendy asked.
“Um...it's my
computer...”
“No, nothing in this house is yours,
you are lucky I let you pack your bags without checking them. If
anything you stuffed in that bag is more than clothes, I'll take it
from you when you get served with the papers, Bill.”
“Look,
Chris and I have no where to go...I haven't been to the ATM, and
maybe we could just sleep on this and cooler heads prevail in the
morning?” Bill offered the olive branch. He didn’t want
his wife to check, he had stuffed some important sports memorabilia
from his glory days in high school under the clothes and sundry items
he packed.
Wendy thought about it. “Bill...that was
Jamie's FRIENDS you were jacking off too in here...we CAUGHT You
doing it....Both your daughter and I saw your dick out, while you
satisfied yourself...If it was anything else, maybe I could see
it..but who knows what else you did on those photo shoots...what you
paid for...get the fuck out of here, I don't want to see you again
until the court date!”
And that was that,
there was nothing left to be said.