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three’s not bad.”
She gasped, and I turned to see a steady stream of tears return to her face. My dad was next to stand.
“Son, I know that you know, what you are saying is complete bullshit. I am worried as well. I see you five days a week and you are angry and tired. You don’t have any healthy relationships. I know the second we lost you, and I kick myself for not trying harder to fight for you. You are my only son, and I need you in my life. Your anger is an issue, but the fact that you turn to sex instead of friends or family, that’s the biggest problem. You need help, son.” For some reason, his speech got to me. I wanted to tell him how much he did save me, but I was too pissed. I felt betrayed. I couldn’t believe he wouldn’t have just talked to me about it. I felt my iron stare stay on him as my sisters started their version of the same speech.
When they finished, I looked around, confusion leading to frustration and aggression. I was speechless as I eased out of my chair and excused myself. I kept my head down to keep myself from saying something I knew I would regret. I froze at that thought.
Ah…what the hell?
I turned around and glanced at my mom first.
“Don’t expect me to be Dad. I am not. We might look the same, but I am not him…or anyone else at this table.” My eyes scanned the table, falling on Jessie.
“Jessie…” was all I could say. She looked up at me and my own green eyes stared back at me, green eyes filled with sadness and anxiety. I am not sure why, but I lost my ability to confront my twin. I caught Janie’s fierce stare next.
“Janie…out to save the world; to hell with her own family. I can tell you what’s wrong with Jake. Where do I start? Let see…you have him and ten months later, you have Josh. Then you go to school full-time. When you graduate, you intern and then work full-time, and overtime.Your husband, the district attorney, is the only one who spends more time at work than you do. As a therapist, sis, I would think you could see Jake’s reaching out for attention. My guess is Josh will be next. So if you really want to save someone, save your kids.” She gasped, and I gave her my best smug-ass smile. I turned to my dad with only one thing to say before storming out.
“Really?”
I thought he knew me better than this.
Chapter Five
I reached my Jeep, trying to control my anger.
Fuck
. I hit the steering wheel and then tore out of the driveway not knowing where I was going, just needing space. I drove around for an hour, completely annoyed and irritable. My fingers were nervous, and I kept changing the station on the radio to keep them busy. The Jeep ended up in the underground garage at Strikers and I sat there stunned for a while, not remembering the drive. It was like automatic pilot; I got out and mindlessly headed toward the elevator.
The walk felt like I was in a dream, a fog. My mind was blurry, so my body took over. The elevator doors opened and I got a rush from just being there. I waved at the man at the front counter and went in. The sounds of sex filled the air, the smell of leather and sex making me hard instantly. This was my element. I looked around at all the half-naked and fully naked women.
How could this be bad?
I felt instantly better, energized. I craved the whiskey, but knew in my state of mind I’d better resist.
I wandered further into the club and passed the bondage area to the room where people were having sex everywhere. It was a huge room with couches and leather covered tables about knee height throughout the space. Windows were placed around the outside of the room with people sitting in chairs watching the orgy. I ran my hand through my hair and took my shirt off. My cock wanted to play.
A pretty lady with long, dark hair approached me, wearing just a matching pair of red-laced bra and panties. She slid her warm fingersbetween mine and I got a charge from the gentle contact. My dick stood up and applauded at my
She gasped, and I turned to see a steady stream of tears return to her face. My dad was next to stand.
“Son, I know that you know, what you are saying is complete bullshit. I am worried as well. I see you five days a week and you are angry and tired. You don’t have any healthy relationships. I know the second we lost you, and I kick myself for not trying harder to fight for you. You are my only son, and I need you in my life. Your anger is an issue, but the fact that you turn to sex instead of friends or family, that’s the biggest problem. You need help, son.” For some reason, his speech got to me. I wanted to tell him how much he did save me, but I was too pissed. I felt betrayed. I couldn’t believe he wouldn’t have just talked to me about it. I felt my iron stare stay on him as my sisters started their version of the same speech.
When they finished, I looked around, confusion leading to frustration and aggression. I was speechless as I eased out of my chair and excused myself. I kept my head down to keep myself from saying something I knew I would regret. I froze at that thought.
Ah…what the hell?
I turned around and glanced at my mom first.
“Don’t expect me to be Dad. I am not. We might look the same, but I am not him…or anyone else at this table.” My eyes scanned the table, falling on Jessie.
“Jessie…” was all I could say. She looked up at me and my own green eyes stared back at me, green eyes filled with sadness and anxiety. I am not sure why, but I lost my ability to confront my twin. I caught Janie’s fierce stare next.
“Janie…out to save the world; to hell with her own family. I can tell you what’s wrong with Jake. Where do I start? Let see…you have him and ten months later, you have Josh. Then you go to school full-time. When you graduate, you intern and then work full-time, and overtime.Your husband, the district attorney, is the only one who spends more time at work than you do. As a therapist, sis, I would think you could see Jake’s reaching out for attention. My guess is Josh will be next. So if you really want to save someone, save your kids.” She gasped, and I gave her my best smug-ass smile. I turned to my dad with only one thing to say before storming out.
“Really?”
I thought he knew me better than this.
Chapter Five
I reached my Jeep, trying to control my anger.
Fuck
. I hit the steering wheel and then tore out of the driveway not knowing where I was going, just needing space. I drove around for an hour, completely annoyed and irritable. My fingers were nervous, and I kept changing the station on the radio to keep them busy. The Jeep ended up in the underground garage at Strikers and I sat there stunned for a while, not remembering the drive. It was like automatic pilot; I got out and mindlessly headed toward the elevator.
The walk felt like I was in a dream, a fog. My mind was blurry, so my body took over. The elevator doors opened and I got a rush from just being there. I waved at the man at the front counter and went in. The sounds of sex filled the air, the smell of leather and sex making me hard instantly. This was my element. I looked around at all the half-naked and fully naked women.
How could this be bad?
I felt instantly better, energized. I craved the whiskey, but knew in my state of mind I’d better resist.
I wandered further into the club and passed the bondage area to the room where people were having sex everywhere. It was a huge room with couches and leather covered tables about knee height throughout the space. Windows were placed around the outside of the room with people sitting in chairs watching the orgy. I ran my hand through my hair and took my shirt off. My cock wanted to play.
A pretty lady with long, dark hair approached me, wearing just a matching pair of red-laced bra and panties. She slid her warm fingersbetween mine and I got a charge from the gentle contact. My dick stood up and applauded at my
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