The bar was a fucking mess. I quickly scanned the place noting the pockmarks on the mirror behind the bar, the overturned table with more love bites, ...he stiff spread-eagled on a table, the 5mm and vibro knife on the floor. The stiff had something sticking out of his chest that looked like the handle of a steak knife. Yeah I know what a steak knife is because unlike most pansy-ass douche-bags in our great land, we eat meat at Bennies.I recognized the Boss's handiwork right away. He never was. " Oh, heavens no. Daddy always says being married isn't an excuse to be antisocial." Kathy rubbed Ray's secret nightstick, which quickly responded to the call to duty."Then count me in!" Cool!" Kathy began to unzip the officer's pants. "Mommy will be so happy to see you. It's this Monday at six at our house."Ray stopped Kathy from reaching for his stick. "Sorry, honey, I'm on duty. I work security here on my days off."Oh," Kathy whined with disappointment, "Mommy said you'd gotten one of those. I closed the distance between us and we hugged. For me, I wasn’t quite sure how I felt. Numb, maybe? You don’t find a dead body every day. The relationship between Grandpa and me had been a little odd because it was really me and older-me. He had obviously cared about me very much, and I cared about him too, but it was more complicated than a normal grandparent/grandchild bond. Regardless, Caity wasn’t the only one with tears in her eyes.Dan and Mrs O took us downstairs to get out of the way. At this point, she was sobbing and hoped it was the end, but of course, it wasn't. Becky's stomach dropped when she heard him undo his belt.Michael pulled her up and bent her over the arm of the couch. "You went twenty over, you'll receive twenty, I expect you to count."CRACK! "Ahh! One!"CRACK! "Oh! Two!"CRACK! "Mmmm! Three."The punishment continued.CRACK! "Oh god, nineteen!"CRACK! "Ow! Twenty!"Becky dropped her head into her arms when Michael stopped. She couldn't believe the amount of pain.