"I've had conversations with Erica about that."
"I'm beginning to think I produced a real asshole. She's my confidential shrink."
"I've learned some ways of helping people talk. You know what she thinks about you, deep down?"
"We've never talked about her side of our relationship."
"She has wild fantasies of lesbian sex with you. Haven't you noticed the new body? That's for you. The first chance you get, take her out to dinner, fill her with booze, then take her to Keeler and beat and fuck the shit out of her."
"What about me?"
"She says you are a classic case of suppressed memories. The trauma of your teenage abuse is alive in your subconscious, driving weird behavior. She told me this because she decided she would never penetrate your wall of defenses, but I might."
"So, other than fucking the shit out of me, as you say, what other changes do you have in mind?"
They were pulling into the underground garage. He looked over and said, "You have five days to decide how to get fucked by your son. Consult Greek mythology. Then we will talk more. Is it true that no man's cock has been in you since I was conceived? I told Erica it was hard to believe, given how you and your body drive men wild."
"Yes!" she spat at him and walked quickly to the elevator.
The next few days were hard on Kim. She had never been so angry in her life. Twenty-eight years of hidden rage were coming unraveled. She had learned, in depression after the attack years ago, the motto about, "Don't get mad, get even." The doctors put her on anti-depressives, and as her mood came back, she fought a battle to internalize anger, rage and acting out. Over months and years, she forged an iron control over every aspect of her behavior. She joined the school acting troupe and buried herself in female characters, good and bad. In senior year, she played Lady MacBeth and was a sensation. In college, she drove herself to straight A's and joined a sorority. It took all her skill not to be typed as lesbian since she avoided any actual contact with a male. But she succeeded and carefully laid the framework for the last supreme act in her college career, making a baby. The three handsome, smart, athletic guys she came onto never knew what hit them. Her period had been in the middle of May, so Memorial Day weekend was perfect for breeding. She planted suggestions about a large party at her parent's lake cabin, and made sure the three fathers-to-be were invited. She stashed a special supply of high proof vodka in one of the kitchen cabinets.
Her sorority sisters were encouraged to bring appropriate clothing to the lake, meaning no underwear and not much else. Her roommate whispered, "Jeannie, is there going to be a lot of sex?"
She giggled and whispered back, "I sure hope so, I am horny up to here."
Getting her egg flooded with sperm was the easy part. On the second evening of the party, everyone was worn down by a day on the water, and the booze was flowing. One after another, she invited the three lucky guys to help her with something in her upstairs bedroom. When they got there, she said quietly, "Close the door and drop your shorts."
Kim was looking out her window at the lake, wiggling her bare ass at the surprised guy. She turned her head and said, "I watched Julie getting it down there and I'm incredibly horny. Get busy."
The first two were so tense that they came in less than a minute. She squeezed as hard as she could and faked a big orgasm. They shot off squirt after giant squirt into her cunt and she moaned appreciatively. The third guy was a little suspicious and asked if she was pulling a train. She hugged him and stroked his big prick, which had already been in her roommate. "No, I am terribly jealous that you nailed my roommate before me. Now please get busy." He was tall and strong and not in a hurry. After several minutes, her insides were getting sore, but tingles were spreading and she knew she would come this time. The finale was a lot of fun, and his ample cock delivered the third load as she was shaking hard in her own orgasm. She told him to go back to the party, she would be right down. Instead, she stood on her head next to the bed for ten minutes, letting liquid deposits pool where they would do the most good.
At graduation, three weeks later, the early test was positive and she was all smiles for her family and classmates. The speeches went over her head as she shaped plans for the next critical year. It was essential to get far away from home and its history. Her grades and an impressive application letter resulted in an internship at an art gallery in St. Louis. She even found a tiny apartment within walking distance of the job and the riverfront. She meticulously developed a pregnancy diet and ran every evening along the water, under the giant metal arch. She grew her hair long and let her clothes out so that the belly bump and the enlarging breasts didn't show.
She was given a full time job and a promotion in the first several months by making herself indispensable to the Director, to whom she went at five months and cried that she had made a terrible mistake at the end of college and let a guy have unprotected sex with her. She told the woman, sobbing, "he only did it once, damn him."
The Director understood about not marrying a guy she hardly knew and promised Jeannie her job back after the baby was born.
But three weeks after a healthy boy she named Theodore was born, Jeannie was in the Director's office explaining that the baby had a rare blood disease that needed to be treated in one of the specialty hospitals in Texas. Would the Director give an open letter of recommendation so she could look for work there?
The Director would, and Jeannie was gone the next day, the baby and all of her belongings in a minivan. Texas was not on her itinerary. She had managed, with great effort, to have a cash existence in St. Louis except for the art gallery paychecks, She was leaving few tracks.
She worried that Theo needed to see a doctor, but he was nursing several times a day and growing fast. By luck, she camped next to a medical couple in Kansas. The woman was a pediatrician and offered to give Theo a checkup. After fifteen minutes of poking and prodding and measuring, she handed him back, saying, "You have a very healthy baby. In two or three weeks, go to a clinic and get his first set of shots. It's important that he have them now. His immunity from you will be wearing off and the shots will fix that."
It was time for an identity change. She went to a Social Security office in Kansas City and used the baby's birth certificate, which read Kimberly Theodore Parsons, to get him a social security card.
Kim Parsons was now in business. Applying online, she had credit cards in a matter of days, the banks not bothering to check the details on the SS number. She stopped in a small town and got a job waitressing in a diner in order to create an employment record for Kim Parsons. Again, no one checked the details, and Kim Parsons was now a real person with background documents
Jeannie Simpson signed the minivan title over to K.T. Parsons, and it was reregistered in Kansas. After a month, she made her apologies to the owner of the diner, saying her mother was gravely ill. She gave a very generous final payment to the high school babysitter who had been watching Theo, and even taken him in for shots, and headed west. That was the end of Jeannie, she thought.
All this history rattling around in her brain did not help Kim's black mood. So she was smart and made a good life as a single mom. So what. The baby she wanted so much was almost a man and smart. Smarter than she was, and on a different trajectory from his mother.
How could she, the Dark Lady, have been so goddamn naive? It wasn't written on any tablet that children grow up to match their parents. She knew about biology and the fucking genome. It mutated!
She had gotten complacent. The rage didn't work in her like it used to. The relative who attacked her was dead. She was forty and the rape had been when she was twelve. Wasn't twenty-eight years and several shrinks long enough ago to forget?
And Ted had her by the balls, if she'd had any. She laughed at herself. Twenty-eight years since a male scrotum bounced against her bottom and now Ted was going to change that. Fuck!
In the morning, Sarah and the receptionist, Clementine, came into her office. "It's about the birthday party arrangements. Theo is being distant, and you seem distracted about something too. The staff always has a lot of fun. Is it ok to plan the same as last year?"
They were being bright and cheery. She was in a funk, but had only herself to blame. She cleared the frown off her face and said, "Yes. The main gallery. We'll close for just an hour at the end of the day. Make sure everyone is there."
As an afterthought, she said, "Since he is eighteen and I am a truly old lady at forty, we will have this office event, and then a smaller party for dinner and after. I'll give you a list to invite later today."
She fixed her gaze on Sarah. "You are the sexiest, horniest bi-curious babe on the staff. Go around and collect little slips of paper with phone numbers on them and put them in an envelope with a card. Tell them if they put a slip in there, it is almost certain he will take them up on it."
The receptionist, who was new, blushed and said, "Can I put my number in there?"
"Not you too?"
"OMG, he is so hot...."
Kim had a shattering thought. Ted was not only going to do her, he was probably going to make his way through the whole staff!
She thought about running and went to see Erica. It was the last appointment of the day, and Erica had some special Scotch on her credenza. They sat side by side and sipped it neat, enjoying the burn and the fine aftertaste.