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When his father suddenly divorced his mother to go live with Isla Lainne and her two illegitimate children, Myron Schloegel, Jr. demanded that he no longer be called 'Junior.' The sixteen year old boy also demanded that he not be made to visit his father and his father's whore on the weekends his father had been awarded visitation with himself and his two brothers.
"My name is Davis; that was Grandpa's name," Junior said, lips drawn tight. "A good man, a man that wouldn't ever think about abandoning his family to go shack up with some blonde cunt."
In an effort to minimize the amount of time he would be subjected to his smirking, preening father, his whore of a fiancé and her entitled prince and princess, Davis got a job as busboy/dishwasher at the Boar's Lair, a local barbeque restaurant. Dianne, his mother agreed that he could work there, as long as his grades did not suffer.
Of course, Ronnie threatened to bring Dianne back into court; he was supposed to have visitation with his sons every other weekend, four weeks during the summer and every other holiday.
In court, Judge Errol Fineman listened to both lawyers bicker back and forth. Finally, he asked Davis a few questions. Ronnie's attorney objected several times during Davis's responses; Davis insisted on addressing Isla Lainne as a wanton whore as well as a woman with immoral beliefs and actions.
"Son, it is obvious you do not like your father's fiancé," Judge Fineman grumbled.
"She knew he was married. She knowingly seduced, or allowed herself to be seduced by a married man. No. I do not like her. I do not like my father either," Davis snapped. "And because of the shitty child support and maintenance you awarded my mother? We are barely scraping by. My mother needs my income, your honor. Without it? We won't be able to afford our cell phones, our rent, and other incidentals that come up."
Although he did sympathize with Davis's position, the Honorable Errol Fineman ordered Davis to participate in weekends with his father.
"Fuck. Just. Fuck," Davis said.
His first Friday at the home his father and Isla were leasing with the hopes to buy, Isla insisted Ronnie send Davis home. Davis walked into the home, greeted his father as 'Jackass,' greeted Isla as 'Filthy Whore,' introduced himself to Rolf Lainne with a sneering, 'Hiya, pussy,' and Jennsen Lainne as 'Whore In Training.'
"And wipe that smug expression off your face; better believe I'm calling my lawyer about this," Ronnie thundered.
"What the fuck ever, Jackass. You lost all rights to be my father when you put your pathetic little wee-wee ahead of your family," Davis said, striding down the street toward the trailer he and his mother and brothers now lived in since losing their home.
"We meet again," Judge Fineman harrumphed.
"Yes sir, but I don't know why," Davis said. "I did what you said. I went with Jamie and Stevie to spend the weekend at my father's home. Isla was the one that ordered me to leave."
"Let's try this again," Judge Fineman snapped after listening to Ronnie's attorney's spiel.
The following weekend, Isla made an effort to win Davis over; she had already made great strides with Jamie and Stevie. Davis regarded her in stony silence. When called to the dinner table, he pointedly shook his head 'No' and stayed on the couch in the living room. Ronnie was about to thunder into the living room but Isla put her hand on his arm, gently pushing the irate man into his chair.
"Leave him. Sooner or later, he'll get hungry," Isla stated, smiling confidently.
"Mm! Damn! This; Isla, you're a good cook, but damn! These pork chops are something else!" Ronnie said loudly.
"Hope it comes with a side of penicillin if she touched them with those diseased hands," Davis muttered as he ate the bologna and American cheese sandwich he'd stuffed into his backpack.
"And you and Rolf will be sharing a bedroom," Isla said as the family joined Davis in the living room.
"What? Why? That, that's my room," Rolf whined, stamping his foot as if he were five instead of fifteen years old.
"Don't think so," was Davis's reply.
"Fine, sleep on the couch, see if anyone cares," Ronnie snarled.
They turned on the television and selected a movie. Isla announced she was making parmesan popcorn; she knew that was Jamie's favorite. Quietly, Davis got up from the couch and went into the now empty dining room. He selected a chair and began doing his homework. A few minutes later, Isla entered, carrying a bowl of popcorn for him.
"Get that nasty shit away from me, you filthy disgusting whore," Davis said calmly. "And, so that we never ever have to have this conversation again? I will never ever eat anything you have touched with your diseased hands. Are we clear? Good."
Ronnie could tell his fiancé was upset but she refused to say anything. Halfway through the movie, he looked over and saw a few tears leaking from her big beautiful blue eyes. When he quietly asked her what was wrong, she abruptly got up and marched out of the room.
After the movie was over, Jamie and Stevie came to tell Davis good night. He smiled and grabbed Stevie in a playful headlock.
"Quit, butt face!" Stevie demanded.
"So, what was the movie about?" Davis asked.
He listened as Jamie and Stevie gave him an excited account of the movie. He smiled and asked questions, then reminded both boys they needed to brush all of their teeth. All of them. Front of their teeth and back of their teeth and bottoms of their teeth and tops of their teeth.
"We're not stupid," Jamie huffed.
"Yeah, Ju... Davis; we're not stupid," Stevie said.
"I know you're not. But I also know you sometimes forget," Davis smiled, hugging and kissing both boys on their cheeks.
Looking up, he saw sixteen year old Jennsen quietly observing them. When the beautiful blonde teenager realized Davis was looking at her, she suddenly bolted before Davis could heap his abuse on her.
Now that the movie was over, 'Family' time was concluded, Davis quietly gathered his books together and went to the living room. He sighed as he saw his father sitting in the recliner, angry scowl on his face and arms folded. He took a seat on the couch and waited.
"I am very disappointed in you," his father started.
"Feeling's mutual, Jackass," Davis said. "You're a grown man. Act like one."
"Ju... Davis? We're having pancakes, Sweetie. Want a few?" Isla roused Davis from his slumber on the couch the following morning.
"Thought we'd already had this discussion," Davis said, sitting up.
"Hmm? About pancakes?" Isla asked.
"About anything you touch with your filthy hands," Davis said, walking away to the half-bathroom in the hall.
