Unknown - My horny home

After a few days of silence and trying to act as though nothing were wrong, George finally brought up the subject. It was after a meeting of the executives in the boardroom. He had asked Jim to stay. Clearing his throat and eyeing his number-one man, he said, "I know your personal life is none of my business, Jim, but would you mind filling me in on what's wrong between you and Alice?"

"Alice didn't tell you?"

"Un-unh. She's clammed up about it. She won't even discuss the subject." George sighed. The older, gray-haired executive drummed his fingers on the conference table and peered intently at his key man. "We can't let things ride like this, m'boy. It creates too much tension. I'd like to see you two get together again."

"There's nothing I'd like better, sir."

"Of course Mary is all for you and Alice splitting up for good." He leaned back in his chair and puffed at his cigar. "Your mother-in-law never did accept you fully, Jim." He laughed harshly. "I kinda think she's encouraging Alice to stay home. If we could only get her to at least go see you again. To let you and her talk things over. I kinda think Alice would welcome the chance. Now that she's been gone about a week. I'm sure she misses you."

"And I miss her!"

George shrugged his heavy shoulders. "Is what happened all that bad? That you can't even get together and talk things over?"

"It… it concerns the kids. Karen!" he blurted, flushing.

"Oh?" George nodded. "I kinda suspected it was something like that. When Alice first mentioned she was thinking of marrying you a ample years ago and I found out you had the two kids, I told her it wouldn't work out." Looking at Jim sharply, he asked, "Is it something real bad?"

The flush in Jim's face deepened. "Karen and her never did hit it off," he explained. "Karen resents her taking her mother's place. And Alice being so young and pretty doesn't help. I think Karen actually hates Alice."

"And Bob?"

He shrugged. "Bob kinda likes Alice. They get along real fine. The trouble's with Karen and Alice."

George nodded. "I thought so." He leaned forward. "I had a talk with Alice last night."

"And?" Hope sprang to Jim's eyes.

"I laid it on the line for her. I don't know what happened between you, her, and Karen. I really don't want to know. I gave Alice an ultimatum. I told her she'd have to get together with you-tonight! If she didn't, I'd kick her ass out of my house. I don't want a pouting, miserable girl lousing up my life. I think a talk between you could solve everything. If not, she could get a divorce and that would wind it up for good. The way things are it's too miserable. What with Mary taking her side, and me sort of leaning to you…

"And what did she say about talking things over?"

"She'll be at your place tonight! Seven o'clock. For a showdown." George arose heavily to his feet, his big decision, having been made. He held out his hand. "It's up to you, son. I'm pulling for you. Lots of luck."

"Gee, thanks, sir!"

He faced Alice in their bedroom. It was just past seven o'clock. Karen had gone off to visit a school chum. Bob was downstairs in the garage with a couple of his friends. They were tinkering with the old car and trying to get it running.

He smiled and poured a round of drinks. Handing, one to Alice, who was sitting primly and stiffly on her vanity stool, he said, "Where shall we begin, hon?"

She glared and nodded toward the bed. "This coming to see you wasn't my idea. The last time I was in this room, you were in Karen! Your own daughter! Frankly, after that, I don't think we have anything to talk about, or discuss. But Daddy insisted I at least talk to you."

He flushed. Alice was unbending. Unyielding. She hadn't thawed one bit. Sipping at his drink, he chose his words carefully. He knew his, entire future depended on how he handled this moment. If Alice decided to divorce him, it would be the end. He would lose his job. He would no longer be in line for the presidency of the company. He would be an outcast. He could never get another job like he had. He owed everything he had to this blonde girl who was glaring at him.

"Would it help if I explained exactly what happened that night, hon?"

She shrugged. "Suppose you tell me how many more times it's happened since I left? Do you take Karen to bed with you every night?" Her voice had a cutting edge.

"Don't talk so stupid! Of course I don't. Nothing's happened since that

time!"

It wasn't exactly the truth, but it was close. After Alice had flounced off that night, he had spent the balance of the night with Karen. The following day, he had came back to reality. The enormity of what he'd done had finally settled in, and he had sobered. Since then he had avoided getting involved with Karen sexually.

Childlike, she had pouted and had tried to lure him back into bed, but he had avoided her. A coolness and stiffness had sprung up again between Jim and his daughter. He was appalled at what he had done. He had tried to explain to her that what they'd done was terribly wrong. Perverted. Obscene. Karen hadn't agreed. She'd used her childlike logic about sex. She claimed it was just a physical act. Everyone did it.

He blamed the permissive sex education she was getting in school for her warped viewpoint. She had insisted they could continue fucking each other. That it wasn't really all that bad. He had tried to preach a different morality. The morality that had been his creed during his formative years. There had been sharp disagreement on their parts. She was barely civil to-him. He tried not to get too angry with her.

Dropping to his knees before Alice, he took her reluctant hands in his and stared pleadingly into her baby-blue eyes. She tried to pull her hands away and get up. He held her in place.

"You're going to listen to me!" he said.

She listened, at first unwillingly, and with doubt in her eyes. He explained the whole thing, from the time he stepped from the bathroom and had seen Karen in the bedroom, to the moment Alice had stomped from the house, slamming doors behind her. During his explanation he interspersed his thoughts about the whole thing. How he had tried to talk the kid out of her wild notions.

He also explained how he had drunk heavily during the ordeal with his daughter. He confessed

that his mind hadn't been as sharp as usual because of the many drinks he'd had. Indirectly he laid the blame on himself, but used as his excuse the fact that he was too drunk to resist the temptation.

He noticed during his recital of the events that the glare receded from Alice's eyes. He stroked his hands along her miniskirt.

"And believe me, hon," he whispered, "it hasn't happened since. I'm so ashamed of myself." The sorrowful tale he was unfolding had its effect on him. Tears misted his eyes. He placed his head in her lap and sniffled. "Darling, darling," he murmured, "please forgive me."

Alice, who had come to the house with the intention of reading the final riot act to him, and bluntly informing him that she had thought things over and had decided on a divorce as her big decision, felt herself melting in her firm resolve. Jim's explanation was logical. It could have happened exactly the way he'd said. Knowing Karen, and how Karen hated her, she realized that it was probably the Way it had happened.

The sight of Jim's tears, the sob in his voice, and the remorse he felt about what had happened touched her heart. She was not a bitter, unforgiving person. She had always believed that there was good in all persons. The anger and heartbreak began to recede during his confession.

She began crying with hint Impulsively she lowered her hand and stroked his head in her lap.

"I understand, dear," she murmured.

He peered up at her with tear-stained eyes. He smiled wanly. "You'll