“I appreciate the thought, Jacob. I love the place and don’t mind taking care of it. Dad built it twenty years ago for him and Mom to retire here....They always loved being remote. I was a late life baby for them. Mom didn’t make it past my high school years. I was raised out here and came back to live with Dad after college. Got the job at Mad Anthony and have been there five years. I admit this year has been a little lonely. Plowing the driveway myself, instead of having Dad plow it, was a. Did I want that, did I want to watch my wife being speared by some nameless guy or two or even more. In our bedroom the answer was yes and the same was for her too, but in real life things are never that simple. Once done it could never be undone, if I didn't like it I would have to live with those images forever. In our fantasies things could be played out in safety. Trouble was, we were both on a train and it was difficult to get off and with each station along the track it became even more. And asked me to come to one place I went there he told me the fact and he convinced me too watch if I like as I told I love to watch mom getting fucked I agreed he took two days to show the scene I had called him more then 5 times what to do and when this will happen infact he started asking me how I love my mom too see, I said I don’t believe you Vinay. Then he arranged for the show on the 3rd day. He asked me to come out of the house around 7 am, and asked me manage and enter the house by 11. There was nothing visible I could put my finger on as being a key to the future. But then there wouldn’t be.Taking out my phone, I called Nick, “Nick, I will be here for some time. Go get yourself a cup of coffee or something.” I thought about saying get yourself a sandwich. But I let that idea go.It never really occurred to me that I was what kept him busy. He wasn’t going anywhere. Nick was probably calling in reinforcements even as we spoke. But, hey, being the new undeclared ‘Family’ head.