" That may be," dad said, "but it could just be hyperactive, we will knowsoon enough. Now could you be a dear and help me open this jar ofsauce?" dad ...sked, mom took the jar he was offering, gave it a smalltwist and opened it on the first try. "There you go, no problem," shesaid as she handed dad the jar. "Thank you sweetheart," he replied andbent down and kissed mom on the cheek before he left, I rested my headon mom's shoulder as we continued watching TV but I kept my hand on hertummy hoping. Another nail in the coffin that our marriage has become I thought. “Anyway that’ll give you and your precious fucking daughter all the time you want to together won’t it?” “What do you mean?” “You know what I mean, I see the way you look at her. You’re a fucking pervert.” “And you my dear are what?” I managed to say in a quite measured way. We hardly spoke again until she left Tuesday afternoon around two thirty. She had deigned to provide what I took to be an excuse for staying with some. Kenning arrived in the morning and took over.He asked us the same fucking questions but paled and shrank a bit when I told him that I wanted whoever had done it,"You'll fucking find them mate" I shouted, "Or the golden goose will be on fucking strike, this is getting fucking personal"It was Dean who calmed things down when we arrived at the office, of all our employees, he was the last one I would have expected to hear good old fashioned common sense from!"Have you ever thought boss, that it. Two Years Prior I wish I could start with a big happy family scenario, but I can't. From eight onward's, it was all about my mother and daddy's friends. It was as if he cared not to know, the wild parties the open sex everywhere in the house, as he sat drinking and cracking jokes, never knowing one of them was always missing, having it away with mother, who begged for more of the same, not caring I was watching, 'She needs to learn', was her ready comment, adding pique to the fact she was.