Jeffrey had just woken up and remembered that he had an affair with his father-in-law. But he did remember as well that he had a wife, and he promptly called her to be sure.
Lilly took a minute to answer.
"Hello, Jeff."
"Lilly. Good morning, dear. Tell me when I should be picking you up at the airport."
Jeff held the phone close against his ear. He rubbed his eyes, while he waited for an answer. Lilly took an awful lot of time. Then he heard the laugh.
It was a male laugh just on the other sound of the line.
"Who is that?"
Jeff's body stilled. He heard Lilly's breath caught.
"Nobody. He's just helping me with work. Uh, listen Jeff, I won't be coming back today. Unfortunately, more work showed up."
"Lilly, what the hell? Who the fuck was that? Who is there with you this early?"
"Jeff, please. I won't talk to you when you're being such a jerk."
She stopped the call. Jeff held himself still for some time, then he stood up and threw his phone on the wall and heard it break, as it left a mark on the white frame. That fucking bitch. He knew their marriage was bad, but that was just...
The door to his room opened, and Richard showed up.
"What happened?" he said. "Son, you look bad." Richard had a key to his house that Jeff gave to him. It's been a while since the big father-in-law had been... servicing Jeff. It usually happened when they were running together, but they decided that in Jeff's home things would be more secure.
"What happened?" Jeff looked at him. "You fucking whore of a daughter happened."
Jeff didn't expect the punch. It made him turn around and then fall back on the bed. His face pulsed with pain.
"Now, son. You don't go talking this way about my daughter."
Jeff laughed.
"Get the fuck out of my house, Richard."
The big man looked at him with wide eyes. The father-in-law wore the usual running clothes. He would usually wake up Jeff to remind him that he needed to actually go running if he wanted a blowjob.
"I'm sorry," said Richard quickly. He raised his hands. "I shouldn't have hit you."
"Get. Out."
"Just tell me what happened."
"Richard, I'm not gonna tell you again."
Richard advanced on top of the bed and reached Jeff, he hugged his son-in-law and tightened his grip around his body.
"Jeffrey, talk to me. Come on, son."
Jeff breathed slowly for a few minutes, comforted by the strong arms. Then he let go of his rage and hugged Richard back.
"Let's go grab a beer."
"Well, I suppose Lilly is being a bitch" said Richard, and gulped his beer. They sat on the couch, side by side.
"I knew we were in bad situation, but... I guess she doesn't care anymore."
Richard caressed Jeff's leg. The man was ready to please his son-in-law.
"I do hate to see you that way, son."
"And yet you punched me."
Jeff's face still throbbed with pain, but nothing was broken, at least.
"It was a father's reflex."
Jeff smiled, then stared at his father-in-law.
"I suppose sucking you daughter's husband is not one of those reflexes?"
Richard smiled in return, his eyes gleaming.
Jeff turned from him.
"I'm not in the mood to go running today."
"Then we won't go."
Richard's hand reached between Jeff's legs. But the son-in-law stopped him.