Chapter 8

Nearly falling to the floor in his surprise, Ray turned to face the intruder.

There stood his son, Seth.

"Well, well, Dad. Are you having a good time? I must say, you present a pretty picture kneeling with your head buried in a woman's twat. Too bad Mother didn't come along with me. I'm sure she would have gotten a big kick out of this."

"Seth, what the hell are you doing here?"

"It's like this, Dad. Something about your telephone call just didn't ring true, especially since I've seen what your secretary looks like. I just thought I'd come down to the office and check out my suspicions. Funny thing, it turned out they were exactly right."

By this time, Cleo was up and had managed to slip into her skirt. It was a reflex action. She did not stop to think of the irony of her hurrying to clothe herself in front of Seth, a man who had fucked her.

"Hi, Cleo, how are you tonight?"

"Fine, I guess," she stuttered.

"You're looking good, particularly with those big tits hanging out."

Cleo decided it was best for her to play this as cool as possible.

"How the hell did you get in here at this time of night?" Ray snapped.

"It was easy. I just told them I was your son. You're a famous man around these parts, Dad."

"Well, now that you found us, what do you intend to do about it? Tattle to your mother?"

"Maybe, Dad, just maybe. I'll tell you one thing, if you use that tone with me any more, I'll give it some serious thought. It would be fun to see Mother's reaction. I was thinking of something else, though."

"Something else? What?" Ray said, clumsily getting into his pants.

"That maybe I could be persuaded to keep my mouth shut if you dropped that crazy idea of yours about my leaving home."

"That's blackmail!"

"Call it whatever you want to, Dad, but that's my offer. Take it or leave it."

Cleo finally spoke up. "Seth, that's got to be the dirtiest thing I've ever heard anybody try to pull, and on your own father too!"

"Well, well, listen to Miss Pureheart. I wouldn't say the position I found you in just now gives you the right to pass judgment on anyone."

"I don't care what happens. I want you out of my house!" Ray broke in.

"That's a shame, Dad. I guess all I can do is tell Mother all about your working late with Cleo here. It's a pity, but it probably will finish her in this town when the story gets out. What will you do, Mrs. Thompson, pack up your children and move somewhere else?"

"Seth, I don't care if you are my son, you're nothing but a bastard!"

"Excuse me," Cleo broke in. "I think I may have a compromise. The main thing you want is to have Seth move out of your house isn't it, Ray?"

"I suppose so."

"And you, Seth, you just don't want to have to go to work right now, isn't that so?"

"Yeah, I guess so. It's not that I'm so hot to live with my parents. I just don't want to shell out for food and an apartment, that's all."

"Then, Mr. Scott, why don't you just give Seth a monthly allowance?"

"What would his mother say to that? She'd wonder why I was doing that all at once."

"Well, make a job for him. You're president of the company. Put him on the payroll."

"Cleo, that's perfect. You're brilliant, that's what you are."

"Thank you, Sir."

"Aren't you going to thank him for the mouth job too, Cleo?" Seth asked mockingly.

"Look, Seth, now that we've come to an arrangement for paying you off, I'll thank you to keep a civil tongue in your head, especially as concerns Mrs. Thompson."

"Sorry, Dad. I didn't realize you had decided she was your private property," Seth said. Before his father could reply, he turned and left