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Date: Mon, 30 Jan 2006 20:56:31 +0000
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Daddy's Wedding Gift I couldn't believe my daughter Shelley was marrying this
kid. I'm almost glad her mother didn't live to see this day. No, that's cruel. I
wished her mom was here, but I also wished Shelly would use a little of her
mother's sense and would have realized what a worthless jerk this kid was. But I
guess it's too late for that. The wedding was over and we were already at the
reception. My daughter wanted to have the reception at our house as a way of
saying goodbye to the place she grew up in. There was plenty of room, but having
it here just made it worse for me. Seeing my baby and her new husband get drunk
with all their friends in my own home was agonizing. Knowing that her mother and
I had tried all our lives to protect her from idiots, only to see her become one
too, was very hard. Neither of them could handle their liquor. Shelly I knew
about. She never drank more than a couple of glasses of wine at a meal and even
then she got tipsy. But this boy was giving her glasses of champagne all
afternoon. She was swaying like a sailor when she threw her bouquet to her
bridesmaids. If anything, Mr. Wonderful was in even worse shape. That's why I
watched them closely as they staggered upstairs together to get changed. I
wanted to make sure none of his lowlife friends took advantage of her while she
was so obviously plastered. Not that her bridesmaids were helping. They were as
loaded as the "lucky couple." I decided right there to have the caterer close
the bar. That ought to drive a few people away. Then I went to check on Shelly
and the asshole. Hopefully they hadn't started the honeymoon early, but even if
they tried, I was determined to interrupt them. The thought of my daughter
having sex with that nimrod made my blood boil. Sure enough, I found them on
Shelly's bed in a state that showed that they obviously had that idea. But
looking more closely, they had been so drunk they hadn't complete the act. They
were both passed out. Irate, I went downstairs and invited the guest to leave. I
politely instructed the caterers to finish up and asked them to please give the
wedding party some privacy upstairs. The lady that was supervising that crew was
a professional acquaintance. I knew I could count on her discretion. Then I
grabbed a bottle of vodka for myself and went back upstairs. About halfway up
the stairs, looking at the vodka, I had a particularly gruesome idea. I went
into Shelly's room and found Mr. Wonderful where I had last seen him. His tux-
trousers were around his ankles and he was passed out on the floor beside the
bed. I kicked him real hard in the balls, but the plan that was rolling around
in my head was even better. The hard part was not staring at Shelly. She was on
her knees on the bed laying on pillows and snoring very indelicately. The worst
part was that her wedding dress was thrown over her head and her husband had
obviously been trying to pull down her panties when he had passed out. Her
lovely bottom was partially exposed and the narrow bit of fabric running between
her beautiful legs was soaking wet. The more I looked at my daughter, the more
determined I was to make this bastard pay. I cracked the vodka open and held his
nose as I poured his mouth full, forcing him to swallow the straight liquor. I
knew if I forced him to drink too much, I would probably kill him. I just wanted
to make him wish he were dead. He sputtered and coughed. I hoped the vodka
bleached his fucking tonsils. The stupid bastard never did wake up. Maybe if I
sat on the bed long enough, I could see him puke all over her carpet. At least
that's what I told myself as I sat on my daughter's bed taking a few sips of the
vodka straight out of the bottle. It was my first drink of the day, and I
deserved one. The problem was, I wasn't looking at Shelly's new husband, the
ass. I was looking at Shelly's ass. It beckoned me like a lighthouse ...
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