Chapter 5
Burt Porter stood drunkenly on the front porch of his house. "That daughter of mine has got another think coming if she thinks she can run off like that and not deal with me."
"Yeah, I know what you mean, Burt," said the man with him. "Too bad about that redhead, too, ya know?!"
"Yeah," said Burt Porter, "but ya know what? I'm gonna get me some tail tonight anyhow. I know what Cindy's up to, and I know what she deserves from me on account of it—a good lickin'! That'll put her in order! And I know where to find her, too. Come on, let's get goin' over there and show my daughter a thing or two about real life, eh?"
The other man handed Burt a bottle of bourbon, "You thinkin' what I'm thinkin', Burt?"
"I sure as hell am," said Burt Porter. "She can fuck her tail off with these guys who are complete strangers, well, she can give her Paw a little action, too, eh?" He smiled and swilled down the liquor. His mind was blazing with thoughts of lust and bourbon all tied together. He was looking for revenge, and he'd even use his daughter's sex to get it for himself.
"You drive, my man," said Burt Porter, stumbling down off the porch. "You go up to Broadway and make a right. He's about fifteen minutes drive from here. We'll show her a thing or two. Oh, yeah, we'll show her ... "