Amy stood as Damian was down on his knees, servicing her pussy. The sounds of moaning filled the room. The time stamp, which read, "March 23, 2025 8:09 PM," was prominently displayed on the lower right corner of the screen.
Sheriff Deputy John Merrick watched, apparently titillated by the sight of brother and sister having sex on his computer screen, was interrupted by his fellow deputy, Cameron Thomas.
"You might want to turn that off if you want to keep your job," Thomas said.
"This is good stuff," Merrick replied.
"I'm serious," Thomas said, walking over to turn off Deputy Merrick's laptop.
Merrick stopped him.
"What do you think you're doing?" Merrick snapped.
"Trying to keep you from being fired for watching porn while on duty," Thomas said.
"This isn't porn," Merrick said. "It's evidence."
"Check this out," he continued, pulling a stack of papers out of a manila folder. He handed them to Deputy Thomas.
"This couple are brother and sister," Merrick said. "They run this website and anyone who pays 9.99 a month can watch them fuck every night. They've been doing this for six years now."
Thomas looked over the papers.
"The domain is registered to a Damian and Amy James," Thomas said, "175 Lakeside Road."
"They've been running this site, saying they are brother and sister. And when I did some checking around, it turns out they are in fact brother and sister," Merrick said.
"Incest," Thomas said, "that's a felony."
"But these are both consenting adults," he added.
"We don't make the laws," Merrick said. "We just enforce them."****
Meanwhile, at 175 Lakeside Road...
Amy took hold of her brother's thick 7-inch cock and put it in her mouth. She teased his shaft with her tongue and swallowed the precum, which oozed from the head. Damian had matured in the eight years since he lost his virginity to his sister at the tender age of 16. No longer a dorky, quirky teenager, Damian was now a handsome, hunky 24-year-old. Though, to his 31-year-old sister and soul mate, he would always be "Baby Brother."
Damian took hold of Amy's head and shoved her face into his crotch. He fucked her face for several minutes before pulling away, shooting his massive white load all over her nose and cheeks.
Amy took her finger and wiped the cum off her face before licking her fingers clean while facing the camera.
"Well, folks," she said to the camera, "that's all for tonight."
Then, Amy got up from the bed and walked over to shut off the webcam.
Suddenly, there was a loud knock at the front door.
"Wilson County Sheriff!" a voice thundered from behind the door.
Amy threw on a bath robe and walked downstairs to answer.
As soon as she opened the door, Deputies Thomas and Merrick stormed in.
Deputy Merrick threw Amy against the wall and put handcuffs on her.
"You have the right to remain silent," he said. "Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, an attorney will be appointed to you. You are under arrest for incest."
Shortly after, both Amy and Damian were placed in the back of the squad car and hauled off. ****
A short while later, an ambulance rolled into Wilson County Memorial.
Paramedics opened the doors and pulled out their patient on the stretcher. When the patient was out of the ambulance, Shane and Monica stepped out.
"Is my mom gonna be alright?" Shane asked the one of the paramedics.
"We'll do everything we can," the paramedic replied. "She's suffered a myocardial infarction."
"A heart attack?" Monica said.
"Yes," the paramedic confirmed.
After Cathy was rushed into the emergency room, Shane and Monica went inside to the waiting area.
"You know, I haven't actually spoken to Mom since I was eight," Monica said.
"Don't worry," her brother assured her, taking hold of her hand. "You'll get your chance."
A short while later, Paul walked into the room to join his son and daughter. Monica got up to embrace him.
"Daddy," she said. "So glad you're here."
Then she gave him a kiss on the mouth.
"I left work as soon as I heard," Paul said. "What happened?"
"I found her passed out on the bed," Shane answered. They were interrupted by the doctor, who came to inform them of Cathy's condition.
"We have her stabilized," the doctor said. "But she'll need surgery. She'd like to see you, Monica."
Monica got up and followed the doctor into the ward.
As the doctor opened the door, Monica saw her mother laying on the bed with tubes and monitors attached to her. Cathy was frail, thin, and clearly dying-- a hollow shell of the woman that Monica once believed had abandoned her so many years before.
"Mom," Monica said, with a tear in her eye.
"Sweetheart," Cathy responded, smiling.
These were the first words exchanged between the two since that fateful day at the bank when Monica was only eight. She went over to hold her mother's hand.
"You're going into surgery," Monica said. "You're gonna get through this. We're gonna get through this."
"Sweetheart, I'm not going to live through this," Cathy said.
"Daddy told me what happened that day," Monica said. "I just want you to know that I forgive you and I love you."
"I would never have done what I did if I didn't think it was the best way to keep you safe," she said. "I wanted to keep you away from the Mafia. But more importantly, I wanted to keep you away from this."
"I know that now, Mom," Monica said.
"Has he been a good dad?" Cathy asked.
"He was the most awesome dad," Monica replied. "And he's been a great lover and partner. Daddy's my soul mate."
"I'm so happy to hear that," Cathy said.
"Now, you get your rest and we'll all be here when you get out of surgery," Monica said, kissing her mother on the forehead.
With that, Monica walked out of the room.
As she walked down the hall, Monica ran into Jack.
Monica!" Jack said.
"Jack!" she said.
The two smiled at each other for a moment before exchanging a hug.
"How's your mom doing?" Jack asked.
"She's being prepared for surgery," Monica said.
"Can I see her?" Jack asked.
"Yeah, I think she'd like that," Monica said.
"I don't suppose you've heard from Amy or Damian?" she asked.
Jack paused for a moment.
"I haven't talked to Amy in years and Damian never really liked me," he answered.
"Well, I've always liked you, even when I didn't like Mom," Monica said, giving Jack another hug before departing.
Monica walked down the hallway back to the waiting room.
Jack walked into the ICU to meet with Cathy. Seeing him brought a tear to her eye.
"Oh Jack," she said. "I'm so sorry you have to see me like this."
"I just want you to get better," he said. "And then, I want to start the rest of my life with you."
"Jack," she said. "The rest of my life is going to happen in this room."
"I have a lot of regrets in life," she continued. "I regret doing this to myself. I wish I had never taken that first hit of crystal meth. I regret what I put my daughter through. And most of all, Jack, I regret having chosen Paul over you."
"But you have three wonderful children as a result of that choice," Jack said.
"Yes, that I do," she agreed. "Paul always used to tell me that we live and die by our choices. And so we do."
Jack sat down and took her hand. He decided that he would stay with her until the end.
Paul and Shane walked outside the emergency room so that they could talk privately.
"Was your mother using again?" Paul asked.
"No," Shane said. "She's been clean for eight years."
"Your mother used to be a very different woman when we met," Paul said. "She was intelligent, charming, sweet, and innocent to the core."
"Like Monica," Shane said.
"Yes," Paul admitted, "Exactly like Monica."
Monica caught up with them.
"My ears are burning," she said.
"How is she?" Shane asked.
"I think if you want to see her one last time, you might want to do it now," Monica said,
"After Jack is done seeing her, that is," she added.
"That bad?" Shane asked.
Monica nodded. "I tried to keep my spirits up," she said. "But I said my goodbyes."
Paul turned to Monica.
"Remember what I said to you a couple years ago?" he asked.
A flashback played in Monica's mind:
**** "Your mother's recovering drug addict and diabetic, your old man is a 52-year-old chain smoker with high blood pressure and you and Shane are 19 and 25. Neither of you have any bad habits and both of you are very athletic and in good health. I think you can do the math," he explained his suggestion.
"So you and Mom came up with this crazy idea that me and Shane should put you two out to pasture while we walk off into the sunset together just like Amy and Damian," I responded.
"Not in so many words," said Daddy.
"Yes," Monica said, "I remember that."
"Someday, you two are going to need to take care of each other," Paul said. "I said that then and I'll say it now."
Shane stood silent, contemplating. The reality was setting in that he was about to lose his mother...and his lover. A proud, stoic, and macho man, he refused to shed any tears.
"I'm happy that Grandma Beth isn't around to see this," Shane said. "If drinking didn't kill her, this would have."
"Bad enough your grandmother outlived one of her kids," Paul replied. "The one you're named after."
Suddenly, Shane's phone rang.
"Hello?" Shane said, answering the phone.
"Shane," Amy said, from the jail, "I need your help."
"Where are you?" Shane asked.
"Damian and I were arrested," she said through her tears. "We're in jail."
A short while later, Paul, Monica, and Shane arrived at the Sheriff's department.
"Sign here and here and here," the clerk said to Paul.
"The bail was set at 10,000," she continued.
Paul reached into his pocket and pulled out his check book. He began to write a check for 10,000, when the clerk stopped him.
"That's 10,000 for each of them," she said.
Paul shook his head and scribbled out the check before beginning to write another one.
"What did they do?" He angrily shot back at her. "Rob a bank?"
"They were arrested for incest," she said, "You might want to get your kids a good lawyer."
After the clerk processed the paperwork, the jail door opened and Amy and Damian were led out by police. Paul walked over to his son and older daughter and gave them a hug.
"I'm so sorry," he whispered to them.
"We need to get back to the hospital," Monica said.
"What's going on?" Damian asked.
"Mom's had a heart attack," Shane said. "It doesn't look like she's going to make it."
The five of them returned to the waiting room at the hospital and joined Jack to wait for word on Cathy's surgery.
"I'd have to say this has been the shittiest day of my life," Damian said, breaking the silence.
Paul placed his hand on Damian's shoulder and embraced him.
Hours went by and there was no word. And then, shortly after midnight...
A doctor walked through the door with a sad look on his face.
"We tried everything we could," he said. "But we lost her."****
Several days later...
A celebration of life was held for Cathy at Paul and Monica's house. An urn containing her ashes was prominently placed atop the fireplace mantle in Paul and Monica's bedroom-- Paul's former "man-cave"-- right next to his prized Harley Davidson.
This was not a funeral, however. It was a party. Just as Cathy would have wanted.
Monica's friend Shanna finally had the opportunity to meet Paul.
"Daddy," Monica said. "I'd like you to meet my friend Shanna."
"Monica tells me a lot about you," Shanna said. "It's great to finally meet you."
Shanna turned to Monica.
"But she also tells me everything about this great boyfriend of hers named Paul. When do I get to meet him?"
"Oh," Monica said, "Paul couldn't make it."
"That's funny," Paul said. "I'm standing right here."
"Daddy!" Monica said.
"My name's Paul too," Paul said to Shanna. "It's confusing. She's dating a guy with same name as her old man."
"And you're okay with the age difference?" Shanna said.
"Hey," Paul said. "She's a grown woman. Love is love, right?"
"Monica, I think that's great that you have such an awesome dad," Shanna said.
Monica and Paul smiled at each other before mingling with other guests.
As more guests filtered in, Shane stood in the corner alone with a beer. Paul took notice.
"Hey son," Paul said. "Come outside and talk to me."
Shane's attention turned to Monica, who happily mingled with Shanna and the other guests. With a heavy heart, he followed his father outside.
"It's a party, kid!" Paul said to Shane. "Lighten up and have fun! You think your mother would want you moping around?"
Paul lit up a cigarette and then handed one to Shane.
"Here," Paul said. "I insist."
"Thanks," Shane laughed, taking the cigarette and lighting up.
"I don't recall ever being invited to come out and have a smoke with Dad," he commented. "So what's the occasion?"
"Well, you're not a little kid anymore," Paul said with a laugh. "And I've got a big proposition for you, so I figured we'd come out here, have a smoke, have a drink, and have a talk."
"Alright," Shane said. "Shoot."
"As you know, your brother and sister are in some financial trouble after their site was shut down," he continued. "I'm thinking about pulling some money out of savings, as well as investing your inheritance from your mother and grandmother and using it to open up a night club. All four of you kids will have to agree to it, of course."
"You want to run a night club?" Shane asked.
"No," Paul said. "I want you and Damian to run it. I'll be the back-end guy. What do you say?"
Paul had a male chauvinist streak. Hence, no mention of any proposed role for Amy or Monica.
"You're proposing putting me in business with the butt-sex love child of Donald Trump and Larry Flynt," Shane joked.
"Yeah, something like that," Paul laughed.
"I'm thinking live music, comedy shows...." Paul continued.
"Let me ask this," Shane said. "Do you think that's a wise investment?"
"Your brother is the one with the business degree," Paul answered. "He seems to think it's an excellent investment."
"Sweet!" Shane said. "Count me in!"
"Well, the deal's not sealed just yet," Paul said. "With the three of you now signing off on this, I'll just have to talk to Monica."
Paul grinned ear-to-ear.
"But that's what after-sex pillow talk is for," he added.
"Very true," Shane said with a laugh.
At that moment, Monica walked out on the deck.
"Hi Daddy," she said with a smile.
She looked around to be sure nobody was watching. Then, she kissed her father on the lips. He reciprocated by slipping her the tongue and the two engaged in a brief kiss.
"Well, you two carry on with your father-son male bonding," she said. "I'm gonna go rescue Shanna. Kyle's hitting on her."
"You better hurry, then," Shane said.
As Monica walked off, Paul pat her on the ass.
Paul looked to Shane.
"I hope you take good care of her someday," Paul said.
"Why not now?" Shane asked.
"Hey, I'm with you on that," Paul said. "But she chooses to stay here."
"I'm sure that makes you very happy," Shane said.
Inside, Shanna was mingling with Kyle.
"So there we were, partying," Kyle said. "And Monica knocked on the door to ask us to turn the music down and I invited her in to join us. Her dad wasn't too pleased. He pushed me away and sent her back upstairs."
"That's funny," Shanna said. "Monica told me that story, too. Except that she said that her boyfriend Paul, not her dad Paul, did all of that."
"Boyfriend Paul?" Kyle asked. "I didn't know she had a boyfriend. As far as I know, the only Paul in her life is her dad."
"Interesting," Shanna said. "I wonder..."
"What?" Kyle asked.
"Never mind," she laughed. "I just had a really disgusting thought, that's all."
As Monica approached, both became suddenly silent.
"Hey, don't stop visiting on account of me," Monica said.
"No," Kyle said. "I was just telling Shanna about the time when...Paul...threw me against the wall and sent you to your room."
The lies Monica had been telling over the years were beginning to crumble.
"Yeah that was quite a night, wasn't it?" she said. "Well listen, you two get to know each other and I think I'm gonna go help Daddy with...whatever he needs help with."
With that, Monica quickly walked away.
Kyle and Shanna looked at each other with puzzled expressions on their faces.
"Don't say it," Shanna said.
In another corner of the room, Jimmy and Ryan took notice as Monica walked by.
"Monica's become quite a looker," Jimmy said.
"Tell me about it," Ryan said. "Remember that first day she came here? We stopped by to visit and there was an eight-year-old girl sitting at the kitchen table. Paul told us he was now a single dad."
Jimmy remembered that event quite well:
**** On the day I threw Monica her birthday party, my two childhood best friends, Jimmy and Ryan, came over to hang out. On their way into the house, they made some very crude and inappropriate jokes before seeing Monica sitting there. It was partly my fault, as they had not known the story. But I wanted to be clear that none of that sort of stuff would be tolerated.
"Well, she's grown up, that's for sure," Jimmy said.
Then he noticed Monica join up with Paul at the bar to help her make drinks for the guests. Jimmy took particular notice to how close Monica stood to Paul and how she touched him and flirted with him.
"Hey," Jimmy said. "Notice how flirty she is with him?"
"He's gotta be fucking her," Ryan said.
"No way!" Jimmy said. "Get your mind out of the porno movies."
"I'm telling you, he's fucking her," Ryan said.
He then set down his drink and turned to Jimmy.
"Just like I'm gonna do to you later on," he whispered.
Then, Ryan and Jimmy kissed.
Ryan's bizarre cuckolding marriage to Allison had ended in an acrimonious divorce. As well, Jimmy's tryst with Valerie so many years before was short-lived, as she left him for one of the many losers she tended to attract. The two men finally found the right time to fall in love as they settled into middle age. Better late, as they say, than never.
Paul and Monica tended the bar as the guests continued to arrive. For the first time since Monica's 18th birthday, Paul behaved as her father rather than as her lover. This was because none of the guests other than Monica's siblings and Jack were aware of their more amorous relationship. However, that secret was beginning to crumble.
People were also beginning to take notice of Damian and Amy, who hadn't left each other's side since the party began.
Damian walked up to the bar.
"Hey, Sis," he said. "Sex on the beach for Amy and a Heineken for me."
"Coming right up," she answered.
Monica prepared the drinks and handed them to Damian. Then she leaned over to whisper in his ear.
"Damian," she said. "You and Amy need to, like, move away from each other. People are gonna start suspecting things.
"Like you and Dad, right?" he shot back.
Monica quickly looked left and then right to make sure nobody was paying attention to them.
"All this sneaking around and pretending is making me horny as hell." she whispered. "I'm gonna try to sneak upstairs with Daddy for a little release. Could you two take over the bar when you see us leave?"
"Sure, Sis," Damian chuckled. "I get it. Sometimes a girl just needs a quickie with her dad."
Monica gave him a kiss.
"Thank you," she said.
"Don't worry, baby sister," Amy said as the two walked off. "We got your back."
Jimmy and Ryan approached the bar as soon as Damian and Amy disappeared into the crowd.
"Paul!" Ryan said.
"Ryan!" Paul said with a smile. "Good to see you, man!"
"And Jimmy," Paul said, "You keeping this bad boy of yours out of trouble?"
"I try," Jimmy said, as he embraced Ryan and scratched his back. "But you know Ryan."
"That I do," Paul said.
Suddenly, Jack walked up to greet Ryan and Jimmy.
"Jack, how's it going, buddy?" Ryan said. "I'm really sorry about Cathy. I know what she meant to you."
Jack looked at Paul with a scowl on his as he answered Ryan's condolence.
"Well, you know," he said. "All those years of hard living were bound to catch up sooner or later."
Paul got the message. He didn't respond because, deep down, he knew he deserved that comment. For this reason, he believed that the least he could do was welcome Jack into the family and try his best to treat Jack as a brother. His hope was that once the immediate grief over Cathy's loss had faded, that Jack would be able to do the same with him.
"So what's Allison doing these days?" Jack asked.
"Living in Florida, collecting alimony," Ryan said.
"Well, you know there are two kinds of welfare queens," Jack said. "Those who live off the taxpayers and those who live off their ex-husbands."
The four of them burst into laughter.
"Well," Jack said. "Good to see you guys."
"And Paul," he continued, "thanks for the invite."
Then, Jack walked back into the crowd.
"Hey," Paul said to Ryan, "Let's go out to the deck and hang out for a few. I haven't seen you guys in years. We have a lot of catching up to do."
With that, Paul left with Ryan and Jimmy.
Ryan's troubled son, Kyle, continued to mingle with Shanna.
"Dad basically told me to get clean or get the fuck out," he said. "So I got clean."
"Kyle, that's great," Shanna said.
"So, uh," Kyle said. "Would you like to go out sometime?"
"Sure," Shanna said. "But there's something you should probably know."
"You have a boyfriend?" Kyle asked.
"I always hate this part," Shanna said.
"Married?" Kyle asked.
"Kyle," Shanna began. "Sometimes we're not born into the body that we should have been."
Immediately, Kyle knew where this was going.
"So you mean that you're...a she-male?" Kyle guessed.
"No, silly," Shanna said. "She-males are a porn industry device for men who are insecure about their sexuality. I'm transgendered. "
"I can't even tell," Kyle said. "You look beautiful."
"Flattery will get you everywhere," Shanna said with a flirtatious smile.
"Let's go have a drink," Kyle said, taking her by the hand.
"Lead the way," she said.
Paul, Jimmy, and Ryan returned from the deck and Paul walked over to the bar.
"Monica," he said. "Where's that keg of beer I told you to get for me?"
"You didn't tell me to get any beer," she said.
"I specifically told you one keg!" Paul demanded. "Do you know where it might be?"
"I don't know," Monica said.
"You know what?" Paul said. "Fuck it. Get out of here and go hang with your friends."
"Wait," Monica said. "I think it might in the garage."
"Well then get off your ass and come help me look for it," Paul said.
"Okay," she said, complying with his demand.
At that moment, Damian and Amy returned to the bar.
"Amy," Monica said. "Could you two stay here while I go help Daddy look for that beer?"
"Sure," Amy said with a grin.
Paul and Monica left the bar and went inside and soon, they were safely away from anyone who had seen them at the bar.
"You think that was convincing enough?" Paul laughed.
"That was perfect, Daddy," she said.
Then, they noticed Paul's 76-year-old mother.
"Oh crap," Paul whispered to Monica. "Let's hurry before your grandmother sees us going upstairs together."
"Jeez! I feel like I'm sixteen and sneaking out with Jimmy and Ryan to go play Truth or Dare," he laughed.
"What?" Monica asked, not understanding the reference.
"Long story," Paul said. "Come on."
Meanwhile, at the bar, Ryan and Jimmy approached Damian and Amy.
"Where did father and sister run off to?" Jimmy asked.
"They went to go find a keg of beer," Damian said. "They should be back soon."
"We've got the grill fired up." Ryan said. "How do you guys like your steaks?"
"Oh, thanks, Ryan," Amy said. "But..."
"We're vegetarians," Damian said, finishing her sentence.
Soon after, Ryan and Jimmy went back to grilling and a heavily intoxicated Shane came up to the bar.
"I'll have another....what's that I'm drinking...oh yeah...bottle of Jack," he said.
Damian handed his brother a small shot-sized bottle of Jack Daniel's.
"We're just about ready to cut you off, bro," he said.
"So where are...Dad and Monica?" Shane asked.
Amy leaned over to whisper in his ear.
"Where do you think they are?" she said.
Paul and Monica entered Monica's former bedroom and shut the door.
Paul tore off Monica's top as buttons flew. Then he pulled down her shorts and put his hand on the crotch of her soaking wet panties, teasing her pussy underneath. She was so horny from the sneaking around and pretending to be a normal father and daughter that she wet herself. The masquerade brought back all of those feelings she had when she was on the eve of eighteen and trying to seduce him. She wanted her daddy to fuck her. And she wanted it bad.
As she leaned over to aggressively kiss her father, she pulled off his shirt and threw it on the ground. Then, as their tongues intertwined and their saliva passed to each other, she took her hands and felt up her daddy's chest, feeling and touching his aging chest hair.
Then, she laid back on the bed that she used to sleep in as a teenager. Paul undid his belt and pulled down his pants. He prepared to ravage his daughter.
As Monica laid back on the bed, Paul took off her panties and then put his face to her starving pussy. He gingerly teased her swollen, shaven lips and tasted the sweetness of her womanhood. It had been three years since they began their affair, yet the passion of that first night on Monica's eighteenth birthday was still very much alive. But tonight, the stakes were higher. This was the first time they had done their incestuous deed while others were nearby.
Paul continued to tease Monica's clit, raking his tongue inside and outside of her cunt. She savored the sweet sensation of his tongue, combined with his aging skin and five o'clock shadow occasionally raking her rosebud.
Paul's most striking feature, his very intact head of blond hair, was beginning to fade. He was going gray. His goattee and mustache were salting and peppering. His skin was firming up, wrinkling. Even his tattoos were fading. At 54, he slowly began to take on a grandfatherly appearance.
But his aging had no effect on his sexual stamina or his ability to satisfy his beautiful 21-year-old daughter, Monica, whose heart still melted for her daddy.
Paul caressed his baby girl's titties, running his hands in and out of her cleavage, squeezing her nipples as he continued to satisfy her ravenous pussy with his tongue.
Monica began to scream in ecstasy, for a moment not caring if anyone outside could hear.
"Fuck me, Daddy!" she howled.
"You want Daddy to fuck you?" He said.
"Yes, Daddy," Monica moaned.
"Good," Paul said, "Daddy likes to fuck his little girl!"
Paul got up and prepared to plunge his throbbing rod into Monica's eager pussy.
Wasting no time, he took the plunge and pounded his baby girl's pussy with aggression. The sight of her father standing over her, his cock deep in her, and the sweat pouring down his face as her whole body moved back and forth with every thrust, made her come.
"Oh Daddy!" she moaned.
Suddenly, the bedroom door flew open.
Shane walked in, a bottle of Jack Daniel's in hand.
Paul turned around, his cock still red and hard from fucking. Monica's legs were still spread wide open on the bed, her orgasm juices mixed with his pre-cum oozing from her.
"Shane!" Paul said.
"Hi, Dad," Shane said. "Hi, Monica."
Shane walked over and sat down in a chair next to the window.
"Can't you see we're kind of...busy?" Monica said, sitting up on the bed.
"I just thought I'd come up here and relax," Shane said. "See how you two are doing."
Then he got up.
"But if I'm in the way, I guess I'll just get going," he said.
He walked over to Monica to give her a big kiss on the mouth.
"Someday," he said. "You and me."
He kissed her again.
Monica pushed him away.
"Shane, you're drunk!" she said.
"Yeah," he said, stumbling out of the bedroom before passing out in the hallway.
Paul and Monica put their clothes back on. Since her top had been ripped to shreds, Monica needed to change. People would notice that she went upstairs with Paul and then came back downstairs wearing something different. At this point, she no longer cared.
Paul and Monica helped Shane into the guest bedroom next door so that he could sober up.
Then, they returned to the bar .
"Thank you, guys," Monica whispered to Amy.
"All better?" Damian asked.
"Much better," she said.
Shortly after, Paul's mother came to the bar and sat down. Joan was an old-fashioned Southern woman. She had big blonde hair, which was actually a wig, as her natural hair had faded with time. She spoke with a Texas accent and her face was adorned with a generous amount of makeup, a vain and futile attempt hide the toll taken by the calendar . She remained active and healthy in her sunset years.
Joan was a deeply conservative woman: she never once missed church, she hadn't voted for a Democrat since the 1970s, she never took a drink, aside from the occasional glass of wine, and she never, ever swore. She couldn't possibly have been more the polar opposite of Monica's late maternal grandmother, Beth. Naturally, the two women despised each other. All of this, of course, made an impending but necessary conversation an event to be dreaded by both her son and her granddaughter.
"Hi, Grandma Joan," Monica said.
"That other grandma is gone now," Joan said with an ice-cold callousness. "So it's just Grandma to you."
"Okay, Grandma," Monica replied. It wasn't worth arguing with Joan.
"You two disappeared," Joan said. "What happened?"
"We had an emergency," Monica said. "Shane had a little too much to drink and passed out. But he's fine now."
"Oh bless his heart," Joan said. "He's got to be taking this so hard."
"You have no idea," she said.
"So when are you going to get a boyfriend?" Joan asked Monica.
"I have a guy in my life, Grandma," she said. "But it's complicated."
"And you," Joan said, turning to Paul. "You're not getting any younger, Son. You'll need a lady around the house when Monica here leaves the nest."
"I'm sure that won't be a problem, Mom," Paul said.
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