Everyone's over 18, blah, blah, etc... BTW, this story will be infinitely more enjoyable if you read the other chapters first.
AFTERSHOCK
"
Absolutely
not!
You're out of your mind if you think I'm going to sit idly by and watch my son throw his life away! She's a
whore
Peter, a prostitute who may be a couple of rungs up the ladder from the girls down on Eighth Avenue but she still quacks like the same species of duck. Jason said she lost her virginity to a train of sixteen people for God's sake... and she's actually
proud
of it! She has no shame! I'm telling you if we just sit back without stopping this, our son will become a laughing stock in every social circle we care about; and you can forget about your precious application to the Yacht Club. We'll never be allowed entry to the homes of decent people again!
And what about Monica? She'll be here this weekend too! Do you want your daughter to make friends with her brother's little cock sucking tramp? Don't you think she already has enough problems without adding to her confusion?
He's
your
son too, you know! Aren't you going to say
anything
?"
"I rather thought it might keep the overall volume down if I waited until it was my turn. Is it my turn now?"
"Oh for God's sake, if you have something to say, say it without sarcasm!"
Peter began, "When we were discussing Jason's shyness around women we discussed
at length
the idea that this might happen and we decided it was worth the risk. The one thing we never considered was that the girl might turn out to be actually worthy of our s..."
Worthy?
You're calling that cheap piece of tail..."
"Excuse me Ruth but didn't you just tell me that it was my turn?"
Ruth shut her mouth which was mid sentence and waved to Peter to continue. "Yes I said worthy. In case you haven't noticed Lisa's been a tonic for Jason. His confidence and maturity have made quantum leaps in the last few months. You put so much store in Lisa's flamboyant entry into sexual maturity but it seems to have escaped your notice that she waited until she was old enough to reason out the implications of what she was doing. And no matter how you want to delude yourself, you know damned well what Monica and Ray Laughton's son were doing in the pool house almost six years ago! Maybe if she'd waited until she had Lisa's emotional maturity she might not have some of the problems she has today, I don't know.
I
do
know that as I already told you on board the
Clarion
, I was impressed with the way Lisa stood up for herself in the airport in Bermuda and I seem to remember your saying how impressed you were with her college course load.
Oh, and as far as all those doors that are going to be closed to us in the homes of 'decent people'? Well after talking to Jack Breslin in my office I feel fairly confident that Arthur and Joan Hill are already on the
inside
of most of those doors." He chuckled, "I know that if I'd had Arthur as a sponsor on my Yacht Club application we'd already be members.
All that aside though, Ruth, in the last hundred years how many parents do you think succeeded in ordering their children to stop seeing the object of their loves? Whatever number you come up with I guarantee it's smaller than the number of parents who wound up alienating their kids.
I know you, Ruth. So I know that on Wednesday when Jason brings Lisa home for Thanksgiving Day weekend you're going to bite your tongue and be cordial and loving and every bit as friendly as you were on board the schooner. Your sense of self-preservation would never allow you to drive a wedge between yourself and your son."
Ruth opened a cabinet and took out a rag and some cleaner to address an imaginary stain on the kitchen counter. The conversation was over.
Lisa thought Jason had fallen asleep in the deep armchair until she heard him say, "You seem to forget where we're going this weekend. You're packing quite a few things I'm
really
sure you won't be dragging out in front of my family."
Lisa looked over, "I thought you were asleep."
"I don't care
how
tired I am, I'm not about missing my favorite thing to do
ever
! I could watch you doing ordinary domestic-like things naked forever! When you're naked in a non-sexual setting it seems to me that you're wearing the most magnificently designed outfit ever conceived of!"
Lisa smiled as she said, "I sometimes feel that way too but
trust me
, you'll stop thinking that way in a few years when these tits begin to sag."
"
That's
why I want to store up as many of these memories as I can. Note to self; buy a good quality digital movie camera for these very occasions."
She smiled coyly, "I won't mind."
"You still haven't answered my question about your packing. Don't forget that it'll probably be me who winds up carrying all that stuff!"
Lisa looked down at the
Golden Whore
trophy in her hand and smiled as her mind drifted back to her summer.
After thirty seconds of silence Jason was forced to ask, "A penny for your thoughts?"
Lisa didn't look up as she continued to smile. She said, "I was thinking about the day we met and you were telling me I wouldn't be needing all the frilly underwear I'd packed." Her eyes rose to meet his. "You were
so
embarrassed!"
Jason smiled back and said, "I love you too but
please
keep packing. We're already going to be late and you're
decidedly not
my Mom's favorite person right now."
Lisa rolled her eyes as she put the statuette in one of her Hartmann bags. "Don't remind me. If I didn't absolutely know how much you want peace between your Mom and I... Well, trust me, I wouldn't be going." She filled that bag and positioned the next one for filling.
She continued, "Oh, I ought to let you into the loop. I've pretty much decided to stop having sex with my Dad."
Jason sat up quickly. "What happened; what's wrong?"
Lisa kept packing, "Nothing's really
wrong
per se but Sally wants me to. She feels she can compete with my Mom for Arthur's affection but she knows my pussy's an unnecessary distraction."
Jason's eyes were the size of saucers. "She
said
that?"
Lisa filled the second bag and grabbed a third. "No Silly, but I've neither gone brain dead nor blind in the last few months."
Jason shook his head, "I've realized that her feelings for your Dad have steadily grown lately but I thought she'd come to realize that was a battle she
can't possibly
win!"
Lisa didn't look up, "Maybe."
"What do you mean
maybe
?"
Lisa finally interrupted her packing to sit and face Jason. "Look, everyone knows it's an uphill battle for her but Mom isn't standing on the firmest of grounds herself. She's been pursuing a policy of benign neglect toward her marriage for years now. I used to joke that Dad stopped visiting her bed before I grew pubic hair. To my way of thinking if Dad were to choose whomever he wants to be with for the rest of his life he'd pick Sally. People might say negative things about him if he were to start to show up at social occasions with an eighteen-year-old on his arm but he wouldn't give that a thought. Should he project any loyalty to my mother after nineteen years of marriage? I personally can't imagine why since I suspect she allowed herself to get knocked up with me just to force him into marrying her. My Mom is my mother and I guess I love her but that doesn't have to mean I particularly like her!
No, none of these things would mess up Sally's vision of her future, but the deal killer is probably my Dad's idea of what life should be like for a young woman. In his eyes it should be about exploration and creation; two people learning and growing with each other. I'm probably overcomplicating this thing; maybe in the final analysis it's all about babies. I don't know that he wants to start down that trail again and I know he thinks it shouldn't be denied to a young woman.
Lisa resumed her packing, "Anyway, that's
their
problem not mine so I think I should back off and let them work it out for themselves.
Okay, I'm done with the packing so if you'd tear your eyes away from my tits and ass so you can take these down to the car I'll throw something on and we can hit the road. We're late, remember?"
Jason got up and held out his hand. "So give me the keys."
"No, I love my car but I think we'd create less friction if I didn't show up driving a car worth more than most people's houses. We'll go in your SUV."
Monica looked out her window and saw Jason's Range Rover pull in the drive. She opened the door to her room and bounded down the stairs yelling, "
They're here
". She rounded the corner and entered the solarium where her parents were relaxing and having a drink. "They're here."
Ruth looked up from the magazine in her hands and said to her daughter, "Yes, Darling, we heard you the first time." She turned a page as she added, "I'm quite sure Jason, his friend, and half the neighbors heard you as well."
Peter Carson got up and said, "I'll give Jason a hand with the luggage."
Ruth didn't look up this time, "Are you planning on putting
her
luggage in the yellow guestroom or in the maid's quarters. I know there are fresh sheets down there and it might give her more privacy."
"Oh, I'd just assumed she'd be staying in Jason's room."