Chapter 2
Evelyn tossed in her bed for a long time, feeling sorry for herself. She thought of leaving Artemus before it got worse between them. But she knew running away would solve nothing. There would only be more problems. She was married--legally. There was that. It would have to be annulled. But on what grounds? Surely, she couldn't expect to win out over Artemus in a suit, not with his money and influence.
She would have to stick it out, to try. She stopped crying, ceased wallowing in the luxury of self-pity. If she went back, Paul would still be there, and it was no good between them. She thought of him for a moment, trying to remember the good times between them, but what came to mind was the quarreling. All they had done lately was fight. He wanted more from her sexually than she was willing to give. Their interests were diverging, leaving wider and wider gaps in their conversations. Perhaps it had been rebound from Paul that had persuaded her to marry Artemus--a means of escape.
She turned her head and looked through the sheer curtains. The sky was growing light in the east. The thoughts came dully, ploddingly, through her exhausted mind. She couldn't try to escape again. It hadn't worked with Artemus. She knew it would never work to run away from herself. She would have to call--no--better to write Mr. Ferguson a letter of resignation. It wouldn't give him two weeks notice, but he would understand. She'd gotten married. What could he say? She'd tell Sue and Melanie, invite them down sometime, maybe send them a box of oranges or whatever.
The thoughts seemed distant to Evelyn. She was surprised with their off-handedness. Of course, she would send them something--and she would insist that they come. She was still alive, still part of the world; she wasn't a prisoner in some castle dungeon. Down the street were other people. Over the bridge were drug stores and supermarkets and dress shops and tourists passing through. There were schools with children and young mothers waiting and talking. Artemus' house wasn't a castle with a moat around it. She could learn to adjust and make a good life for herself.
Thought of mothers and children made Evelyn attempt to struggle out of bed. She'd forgotten to take her birth control pill. She fell back with a moan, too tired to do it now. She'd take it later in the morning. Mocking birds woke up and began singing colorfully. The sky brightened rapidly, and she closed her eyes.
She heard tires squawk outside, a door slam, then another somewhere under her bedroom. She knew it was Valerie. She turned over again forcing her mind to think of something else, to drift into silence and let her sleep. Sometime during the morning, she heard Artemus in the other bathroom. She half expected him to come in and apologize or say something. At the same time, she wished he wouldn't, and she drifted off to sleep again, not waking until just after noon.
"Good morning, Mrs. Crenshaw," Mary said warmly. "My, you must have been extra tired."
"I didn't mean to sleep so late." Evelyn stretched languorously. The late morning sun seemed to make the night before a nightmare.
"Oh, think nothing of that. Something happens to people when they come to this climate. They just collapse for about a week. It happens to Mr. Crenshaw's guests all the time. We're used to that around here. Would you like breakfast or lunch?"
"Would bacon and eggs be too much trouble? I'll fix them."
Mary put her hands on her plump hips and spoke reprimandingly. "You'll do no such thing, Mrs. Crenshaw. I won't hear of it. It's no trouble at all, and that's what I'm here for, to wait on you and Mr. Crenshaw. Mrs. Cren--that is, the other Mrs. Crenshaw never came into the kitchen, and that was fine with me."
"Mary--please do a favor for me."
"Of course, Mrs. Crenshaw."
"Please call me Evelyn."
Mary's face changed. "Oh, I couldn't do that. He wouldn't like it. He wants it done properly."
"He needn't know, Mary. Just when we're together. It makes me feel strange."
It was slow in coming, but Mary finally smiled.
"All right, Evelyn. Ill get you some coffee right now."
"I'll come with you. I'm not afraid of kitchens.
It was big and cheery, as spotless and organized as Evelyn had expected Mary would keep it. She sipped her coffee while Mary bustled efficiently about cooking her breakfast. Mary put the serving on a tray and carried it formally into the dining room. She turned to go back, and Evelyn stopped her.
"Please sit and talk to me."
Mary hesitated again. "I'm not supposed.. .
"Is he here?"
"No, ma'am, he left for work early, having to see the Swede."
"Then sit down; he won't know. Tell me who the Swede is."
"Mr. Crenshaw's lawyer. It was about what Mr. Keith did."
"What did he do?"
"Oh, I have no idea. But to listen to Mr. Crenshaw, he's always doing something upsetting." Mary clapped her hand over her mouth. "I shouldn't have said that. I'd better get back into the kitchen where I belong."
"Don't go," Evelyn said. "I have to find out from someone, and Artemus hasn't said a word about Keith, except that he's nearly as old as I am and that he's coming home from college. Really, Mary, I'm begging you. You don't know what a difficult situation I'm in. Everything happened so fast, and I ... I need help from somebody. I promise I won't repeat a word you say."
The two women looked at each other. Mary drew in her breath, fighting some kind of battle inside herself. Her expression was kind and understanding, a bit maternal.
"You've got your hands full for such a young woman," she said finally. She smiled warmly and began to relax in the chair.
Evelyn sighed with relief and felt a certain tension drain from her. "Thanks, Mary," she said softly. She took another sip of coffee and began eating, discovering that she was ravenously hungry. "What was she like?" she asked finally. "His other wife? Am I anything like her?"
"No, ma'am. Not a bit."
"Any physical resemblance--hair, eyes, figure? Personality?"
"Those are strange questions." Mary hesitated, picking her words. "Valerie takes after her mother very much."
The pictures Artemus had shown her flashed through Evelyn's mind--sultry, lithe, sensual, wild, with raven hair and a cruel, animalistic quality about her.
"I see," Evelyn said. She looked at Mary and could tell the next answer. Mary hadn't liked the other Mrs. Crenshaw. She didn't like Valerie, either. "What is Keith like?"
"A nice young man," Mary said firmly. "He's quiet and good-looking, like his father. He tries awfully hard to please Mr. Crenshaw--I would say too hard. He's always been very pleasant to me and Woody--Woodard, I mean."
"Really?" Evelyn said with surprise. "I had him pictured as someone entirely different." She finished eating and sat back. "I heard Valerie come in late this morning. Does she always do that?"
"'You're a brave woman, Evelyn," she said. "If you can handle that one, then you're a better one than I am."
"Is she up yet?"
"I haven't heard her call for me. That's how I know."
"She has her way with him, doesn't she?"
"Yes."
"Mary, why would he have chosen me? I mean, why not an older woman, one who could be more of a mother figure."
Mary stiffened, and her face lost its warmth. Evelyn knew she'd gone too far without meaning to.
"I couldn't answer that, ma'am."
"Oh, I didn't mean that, Mary. You know what I meant. Look, I know what you're thinking, and I want to be honest with you. I didn't marry him for his money. There was another reason ... "
"I'd better be getting back to my work, Mrs. Crenshaw," Mary said quickly, getting up.
"Mary, please! I ... you must believe that."
"I do. I could tell that last night. He's a handsome man. But it's not my concern, ma'am. There are things I can't talk about."
Evelyn looked at her. Now she was pleading. "All right, Mary. I understand. I'm sorry."
"I'll be glad to go around the house with you, ma'am, whenever you say. Julia is coming later to help me with the reception party, and I'll have to be with her then."
Evelyn was stunned for a moment. "I'd forgotten about that. He said I was supposed to plan it and have you help me."
"It's already been done. He gave me my orders before he left. If there were any questions, he said I was to ... " Mary stopped herself abruptly and held onto the back of the chair.
"To what, Mary?" Evelyn questioned. "To ask me, to call him?"
"No, ma'am."
Evelyn looked away. "I see," she said. She smiled weakly. "Well, it makes sense. Valerie knows more about these things than I do anyway." She glanced through the window and could see a man walking through the yard. "Who is that?"
"That's Captain Bates. I'll have to tell him we won't be needing him tonight after all. Excuse me.
"Never mind, Mary, I'll tell him."
The sun was bright and warm. It felt good to Evelyn, and she shivered away a chilled feeling. She tried not to think about it, but the feeling inside her grew. It told her that her period of reign was over already, that Valerie was still queen. A determination to alter that fact took seed and began to sprout in the warmth of the sun.
Captain Bates stopped when he saw her. He was in his late thirties. His face was craggy and the color of mahogany, completely open and friendly. He was astounded to hear that she was not a guest but his boss's new wife. He hooted and slapped his white duck pants and made a big production of showing her around the boat, reminding Evelyn of an overgrown puppy with his enthusiasm. He talked her ear off about engines and charts and the electronic gadgets, and she let him. It felt good. He made the ship-to-shore squawk, gabbed with some buddies, and talked with bright blue eyes and hushed tones about treasure diving around the Bahamas and the Keys, finally showing her a 1684 piece-of-eight. Evelyn acted properly impressed, warmed by the outgoing friendliness of the man.
By the time Captain Bates left, Evelyn felt like a new woman again. She was sorry to see him go. She walked back up to the house. A plump Negress, shiny black, was waddling around behind a vacuum cleaner. She had a loud voice, a big heart, and many gold teeth on display when she announced that she was Julia come to help with the wedding party.
Evelyn's good spirits were short lived. She looked through the party room and out the glass doors to the pool. The young, prematurely developed girl in the pictures was just climbing out of the water, her bikini triangles glued transluscently to the swelling curves of her breasts and buttocks, her raven hair streaming water down over her back and shoulders. She tipped her head and slid her hands down her hair to wring the water from it and stared straight through the glass at Evelyn.
Their eyes locked for a moment. Evelyn felt her heart begin to pound. Her adversary was in sight, and there was nothing to do now but go out and do battle. Valerie watched her come, her expression changing from curious to taunting. She didn't come halfway forward. Instead, she lay back on a chaise lounge and made Evelyn come to her.
Evelyn stepped under the latticed covering that partially shaded the sun. She put on her best smile and tried to be pleasant.
"Hello, Valerie," she said, stopping in front of the girl.
The dark eyes went up and down her figure, as if seeing what was under the mini, as if to gauge a rival. "Hello, Momsy," she drawled insolently. "Daddy didn't tell me you would look like that. He's gotten to be a dirty old man." She laughed cruelly.
"That's not a very nice way to talk about your father."
"I talk about him any way I like, Momsy. He doesn't give a damn. Why should you?"
"Because I'm his wife now. I would like you to show him respect."
"Jesus, you come on strong, don't you, Momsy."
"Please stop calling me that."
"What should I call you--Mother? Gloria's as old as you are, and I don't call her Mother. I call her Glory-Hole. Should I call you that, too, Momsy? Is that why Daddy married you, because you have a sweet little glory hole for his growling penis to probe?"
Evelyn gritted her teeth, suppressing the urge to slap the cruel sneer from her sensual mouth. But she had started out badly enough.
"Valerie, I don't see why we need to make this any more difficult than it already is. I'll forget you said that, and we can start over. I think it would be fine if you called me Evelyn."
Valerie smiled slowly. "Artemus and Eve," she said. "That's almost like the original pair. I'll be Cain, and Keith can be Able, except that he isn't. My big brother is decidedly unable." She laughed shrilly.
"That's very clever, Valerie," Eveyln said. "You have a way with words, I see."
"I've a way with a lot of things, Momsy, and I don't like interference."
Evelyn sat on the chaise lounge next to hers. "Now you're making more assumptions. Why do you dislike me, Valerie? You don't even know me yet. I wanted to be friends."
The dark eyes flashed mischievously. "Good friends?"
"Yes."
Valerie lifted the triangular patches of her bikini bra off her tits and over her head, dropping the garment to the floor. Her breasts jiggled firmly and pointedly, their slopes smooth, their ends tipped up and spiked with dark nipples that protruded. She wriggled against the backrest and allowed a posed, sultry expression to come over her face. Her fingertips casually rolled one nipple, making it swell.
"How good, Eve?" she asked throatily. She watched Evelyn's eyes stare at the proffered breasts and the stimulated nipple. "You're a cute chick. You must have something sexy going for you, or Daddy wouldn't have bothered. Maybe we could come to an understanding after all--if you wanted to be real good friends."
Evelyn couldn't help but stare and swallow. She tried to look away, but her gaze roamed down over the flat tummy and slim waist and lingered too long over the dark patch of pubes showing through the transluscent whiteness of the bikini bottom. Valerie chuckled low in her throat, making Evelyn grow flustered. She didn't want to feel it, but there was a morbid fascination with the girl's utter sensuality that made her tingle inside. Her mind churned with many responses. She looked away quickly and picked one.
"Not that good, Valerie. You're misjudging me completely. Please get dressed now."
"Why? Does the sight of a naked tit bother you?"
"Because, whether you like it or not, Valerie, I'm your parent now, and I said to."
"There you go--coming on strong again, Momsy. You shouldn't do that. You should take off your dress and join me. It's very comfortable to go around this way. I do it all the time, and I wouldn't dream of stopping now. After all, there's nobody here who would care, except you. Mary and Julia wouldn't say anything. And Peter, when he's here, is very cute, the way he tries not to look. Keith wouldn't know what to do with it if I gave it to him, so what's the danger, unless... "
She let her voice trail off and slowly, sensually, hooked her thumbs into the wet bottoms, pushing them down her hips, lifting up with her hips to roll the white patch over her full buttocks and down her thighs. Her mound appeared slowly, the curls damp and tightly curled from the water, drawn back from the succulent lips of her pussy. It opened and showed pink tissues inside when she moved her thighs and removed the garment completely. She settled back fully and lifted her fine chin to the sun, as cunning and animalistic under the latticework as a striped tiger. She parted her thighs slightly and sighed with contentment.
It was more than a challenge. It was a flaunted battle cry. "I can't believe your father would approve of this," Evelyn said tightly.
Her eyes rounded innocently. "Oh, he doesn't care, either, Momsy. Didn't he show you my pictures? I think it's cute of Daddy to carry my pictures with him. He loved taking them. Has he taken any of you? Does he carry yours with him?" She smiled wickedly.
"All right, Valerie, you're on," she said angrily.
"Those were just the right words, Momsy. I'll get on any time you want to. Or you can get on me, I like it both ways. Come here, Eve, and we can settle all this nasty business right now and be good friends." She lifted her knees slightly and let them fall open. Her pussy tipped up in open invitation for it to be sucked.
The movement was done so gracefully, with just the right touch of sensuality as to prevent it from being downright vulgar. Evelyn was stunned by the zinging tingles that shot through her body and made it hard for her to breathe. She was angry with herself for staring a moment too long again. She whirled and stalked across the lanai into the party room. It took all the control she could muster to keep from running. She passed Mary on the way upstairs. There was a glance between them before the woman looked away. It was full of sympathy--.and a trace of pity.
Evelyn went into her room and let her agitation and frustration vent from inside her. She stamped her foot and shouted. "That little bitch!" in a loud whisper. She stood in front of the gold-flecked mirrors, which had now lost their charm and appeared annoyingly fogged, and said, "I am not a Lesbian," very firmly.
She had never considered the possibility. Yet, she had never been as disturbed or as wickedly thrilled by the sight of a naked woman before. She shook her head to rid herself of the terrible thought, insisting over and over in her mind that it had been Valerie's sensual manner that had caused the tingles, rather than her own weaknesses. The same thing had happened last night. It had been Artemus, not herself, to blame for whatever had gone wrong.
Thinking of last night, she went through the bathrooms into his room. The interior was dim, because the curtains were drawn. Her heartbeat quickened as she went to the bed. She studied the curtains above it for a moment before she saw why they were different from the others in the room and the set right next to them.
The track at the top was sturdily braced. The fabric was punched with metal eyelets at the top and bottom, through which sturdy metal clips passed. There was another track at the bottom of the curtains and a metal tab that locked them closed with a key.
She tried to open them. She tried to pull one curtain from the other, but the overlap was so large, she couldn't see behind them. She thought of ripping them off the wall, but knew the idea was absurd. Artemus would know who did it. Besides, they were Fiberglas, and extremely tough. She tried to push in at them to feel what was behind them, but they strained at the eyelets and wouldn't give enough.
She was so absorbed with solving the mystery of them and so frustrated by the way they were tightly sealed she nearly missed hearing his tread outside the door.
She fled in panic through the bathrooms just as he came in. She stood in the middle of her room, gasping, hoping he hadn't seen her.
"Evelyn."
She whirled and saw him standing there.
"What!" she half shouted.
He smiled oddly, watching the rise and fall of her breasts. "I just wanted to tell You I was home."
"Oh." She smiled nervously and went toward him. "I guess that deserves a greeting." She reached up to kiss him dutifully. Her lips quivered against his, and she felt suddenly weak.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Why--nothing."
"I hear you and Valerie have met."
She stepped back. "Yes, we've met."
His calculating eyes studied her. "She's made you upset," he said. He smiled again. "You shouldn't pay that much attention to what she says. She likes to tease."
"But there's a limit, Artemus."
"What do you mean?"
"I didn't care for what she did. I think you should have a talk with her. I'm liberal minded, but this was too much. Did you--see her?"
"Yes--when I came in. What are you talking about? What's too much?"
"Well, wasn't she undressed?"
"What? Of course not. She was in her bikini, sunning." He looked askance at her. "She said you were rather huffy with her, in fact. I didn't want to mention that so soon, because I know what she's like--pretty nasty when she wants to be."
"Nasty! She was perfectly vile, if you want to know the truth. She insulted me in every way she could think of, challenged me to exert any authority over her, then proceeded to strip out of her bikini suit to see if I would make a play for her. Now, I won't tolerate that, Artemus," she finished, her voice louder than intended, her face red.
His eyes changed. She still couldn't read them, because what she saw there didn't make sense. It wasn't anger or surprise. It appeared to be arousal. She glanced quickly at his crotch and saw the unmistakable bulge of an awakening cock. She looked into his face again, astounded.
"What do you mean, Evelyn?" he questioned sternly. "Valerie wouldn't do a thing like that. What are you trying to accomplish with such slanderous remarks, drive a wedge between us?"
"No, Artemus, of course not..."
He put his hand against her chest, sending her sprawling on her back on the big bed, stunning the breath from her.
"You dare to intimate that my daughter is a Lesbian?" Artemus growled, moving toward her, standing between her legs so that she couldn't close them. Her dress had flown up to reveal the bright green panties over her twat. He looked at them, stretched tightly over her labia, and licked his lips.
"I didn't say that, Artemus," Evelyn cried with confusion.
"Then, what did you mean?"
"I don't know what I meant. I didn't mean anything. I told you what happened, that's all. Ask Mary--she saw it."
"Saw what?"
"Saw Valerie strip in front of me and spread her legs in my face!" she cried.
"Show me," he said, bending forward. "Show me what she did."
Evelyn stared at her husband's crotch and saw that his prick had sprouted alarmingly inside his pants.
"Artemus, what in God's name are you trying to do to me?"
"I'm trying to get you to show me what Valerie did. Tell me. Describe it. How can I question her unless I know?"
"She pulled her bra off and ... oh, what good is all this?"
His hands were on her thighs, pushing the hem of her mini higher, his thumbs indenting her flesh. "Tell me!" Artemus ordered.
"She played with her nipple, challenging me to say or do anything to stop her." Evelyn turned her head aside. "Artemus, stop it!"
He had let his cock fly from his pants. It was stiffly bloated, throbbingly ready. He began pulling at Evelyn's panties, yanking them painfully from her hips and making them line the meat of her cheeks. She kicked in resistance for a moment, then stopped, seeing that it was useless. She stared at him, comprehending that he was going to fuck her, even if he had to rape her. She was afraid that it wasn't the sight of her pantied crotch that had aroused her husband but the mental image of his daughter's nakedness and wanton challenge. As if making an experiment to test the truth of her fears, Evelyn told him the rest of it, embellishing it slightly.
"Then she had the audacity to roll her bikini bottoms off--right in front of me. They're lewdly transparent anyway, and you should forbid her to wear them."
"Go on!" Artemus was breathing heavily, his face flushed, the veins standing out in his neck.
"She ... oh, don't make me, Artemus."
"Tell me, damn it, tell me!"
"She ran her hands over her pussy, Artemus--daring me to stop her, challenging me to touch her. She spread her legs and shoved it up toward my face as if--as if I ... spreading her lips ... oh, Artemus!"
Artemus released his breath and ripped Evelyn's panties from her, falling heavily on top of her. His hips searched until his striving prick shoved roughly into her cunt. He pounded up and down, battering her hips with his. Her dress crumpled between them. The tab on his zipper dug sharply into her thigh. His hands mauled her breasts, and Evelyn could feel his balls slapping at her perineum as he forcefully fucked her.
Evelyn felt total shock, a sense of revulsion and the stirring of desire. She knew he imagined he was battering his prick in and out of his daughter's cunt, that he was visualizing the way her thighs had been spread, her slippery labia opened to his cock, her mocking smirk challenging him to go ahead and take her, his own daughter, like a dirty old man.
It was degrading to her to feel as if she were a non-person, a surrogate daughter. Yet, there was something morbidly exciting about it, too--fascinating, spellbinding. She felt her mind slipping along a dreadful plane. She tried to fight against it, but her body began betraying her. Her pussy lifted up to meet his thrusts. It became slippery and hot inside,, and she could feel her muscles quaking around his cock and pulling him more deeply into her. She accepted him more freely as an image began to form in her mind that made her shiver all over with incredible lust. Her head buzzed. She slipped toward the image until she became it. Then she was Valerie, lying under her father's weight, taking him into her cunt, fucking him with lewd gyrations of her rolling ass and hips.
The experience was frightening and all too real. She was Valerie, and yet she wasn't. She watched the image change and waver and then cried out helplessly as an old memory came unlocked and floated to the surface.
The girl in her mind was herself, but much younger. The man was her own father, the way he used to look before he'd died in an accident. She remembered everything clearly, all at once, old feelings and dreams rushing from the depths of her mind.
She had seen him screwing her mother one Sunday afternoon, long ago. She hadn't understood what they were doing, only that it had excited her somehow. She'd dreamed and fantasized for years after, wanting her father to do that to her, also. When she'd found out what it meant, she'd pushed the memory away.
But now it was back again, and the feelings and desires with it. She gave vent to them because she couldn't stop herself, because Valerie and Artemus had lent strength to her old fantasy by their complicity, and she allowed her father to fuck her in her mind. She slipped from herself to Valerie, and the man changed from her father to Artemus, back and forth, always remaining a daughter, the man above her always being her father, even when reality came back to her and she realized she wasn't this man's daughter. The effect was still there because of the differences in their ages, because of the possibility she could be his daughter.
Her arms went around his neck shamelessly. Her tits compressed against his chest. Her legs dangled over the foot of the bed awkwardly, and she lifted them over his hips, locking her ankles so that her heel dug between his cheeks and pulled his prick more tightly into her.
"Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me!" she cried, making an insane sound.
Artemus heard and jerked and then went fully inside her body to explode violently. His semen squirted thickly toward the back of her cunt, filling her and triggering her own orgasm. Her pussy shook against him and milked his prick. Her head spun as Evelyn gave in to the wildness inside her. Her orgasm was multiple, one following after the other in a seemingly endless chain of explosions that left her limp and gasping for breath.
Her belly was cramped, and it hurt. Her thighs felt stiff. She eased them from around his buttocks and felt her feet touch the floor. A feeling of terrible shame washed over her as the rippling sensations faded and her heartbeat slowed. Artemus pulled away and looked at her, his lips curling back in a sneery smile.
"That was better," he said throatily. "That's what you should have done last night."
She didn't move. Her head was turned aside, and her eyes were squeezed shut with shame. She felt on the verge of her state of madness, knowing that she would respond violently to him if he did anything more--if he touched her clit or began pumping his prick into her again, or if he turned her over and played with her ass the way he'd done last night. She lay perfectly still and made her body go dead before it betrayed her again. Mercifully, he withdrew his penis from her and stood up. He looked down at her.
"That was much better," he repeated. He waited for her to respond. "What's the matter. Don't tell me you didn't like it."
She drew her body away from him. "I want to take a shower," she said.
He shook her. "Say you liked it!"
"It was sickening!" she spat. "I feel dirty all over. I need to wash and feel clean. You made me want ... " She glared at him.
"Want what? More? You blew like a chain of firecrackers--four or five, I counted them.".
Evelyn pushed up from the bed and brushed past Artemus, feeling his sperm run down her thigh. He grabbed her roughly, spinning her around.
"What the hell's the matter with you? I said I liked it! I think we can make it now. You're learning fast. "
She jerked her arm free. "Why don't you just sleep with her and be done with it, Artemus? What do you need me for? Am I supposed to fool your friends? Throw them off guard and make them think you're normal after all? Be a red herring?"
He blanched. The tan went out of his face and his handsomeness slipped away with it. Then his hand shot out and stung the side of her cheek and left a ringing in her ear.
"Get out of here!" he whispered hoarsely. "How dare you!"
"Oh, no. I'm not leaving. We made an agreement, and I'm going to see it through. I'll be so perfect you won't have any possible cause or grounds for getting rid of me. You offered me something. Now I want it. I'll even take you with it. Did you hear, Artemus? Any time you want to fuck me, I'll be here. I'll even dye my hair black, and I'll say, 'Fuck me, Daddy,' until you squirt your load again and again. You've insulted me and degraded me and lied to me, and I want something in return. Not much--just something for my trouble. I'll be fair, even if you won't."
On bold impulse, Evelyn walked up to him, switching her ass back and forth, letting a smile come to her lips in a vamping way. She put her arms around his neck while he stood stiffly in front of her.
"What are you doing?" he grated.
"I'm making up to you, Daddykins," she cooed. "We have a wedding reception in a little while. You don't want to be snarling at your new bride in front of your friends, do you?"
"This won't work, Evelyn."
"Sure it will, Sweetie. All we have to do is make it work. I might even come to enjoy being your new daughter. But you're going to have to do something about that other one, because I can get awfully jealous."
She looked up into his face. She felt drunk with bold power. She watched his eyes narrow slightly and acquire that calculating look again. In spite of herself, she felt herself sobering quickly, and she turned away from him toward the shower before she began shaking again. She knew whatever victory she'd won just now wouldn't last long, because he was infinitely more adept at cunning than she.
She heard him go out her door into the hall. She stripped her dress off and stepped into the shower. The stream pelted her thighs and twat and washed his sperm away. The water was warm, but she began to shiver in it until she forced herself to stop.
Evelyn knew suddenly why she'd become so angry and vindictive. It was more than the insults, more than the frustrations. It was because the memory of her father had been a good one, warm and happy, cherished. There'd been nothing wrong or foul in it. She'd supposed most girls had held the same desire at some point in their lives. Even Freud had said that it was normal.
But they, Valerie and Artemus--they had made it dirty with their sickness, and she would never feel as close to the memory of her father again. The knowledge saddened her, and she wept softly.