CHAPTER 1
The Emerson's only child Emily, who hated the alliteration of her name whereas her parents at the time had thought it was so cute, only years later to be told by their dissatisfied daughter, still a child, they'd been stupid doing that to her.
Oh dear, what a nasty child.
Emily Emerson kept tensions high and the house in disarray from early in her thirteenth year to midway through her sixteenth year when she 'discovered' boys. Thereafter her wanton behavior virtually terrified her mom June. Her dad Malcolm mainly kept out of it until a row between wife and husband would end with Malcolm doing what he was told to do, to act like a proper father. He would sermonize to his rebellious offspring about inappropriate behavior and that sex wasn't the center of life.
June, quiet for a change in the wings, that being a condition of Malcolm berating 'his' daughter, would nod in support to indicate both parents thought this way. June of course would have earlier briefed Malcolm thoroughly on the points he should make at the appropriate moment. Being parents they knew that moment would be when Emily could be nailed down, meaning cornered in her bedroom on a Sunday night just prior her falling asleep. Malcolm would push his partial denture into place with his tongue and deliver, taking time to glance at the list of bullet points noted on a piece of paper and ticking them off in his mind to ensure June wasn't required to scream at him he'd missed something.
Emily would look at her father's mouth almost hypnotically, her mind already appearing asleep but the little bitch would suddenly activate and demand, "Well if sex isn't the center of everything then what is it's place?"
Rather than grope with something he was without complete understanding, Malcolm would slip on to the next bullet point.
Clearly this was a dysfunctional household over child/teen management but in other areas it functioned well and despite the parents being kept off balance by their explosive redhead daughter. June liked being nailed by Malcolm most nights, thereby probably giving him the impression sex was indeed the center of everything because during that golden hour June would be at her calmest and overflowing with affection.
The house became morgue-like when Emily Emerson went to college. Malcolm an insurance company claims officer, wallowed in sex at home, almost more than he could handle and that produced a downside. Jennifer Ridley was Malcolm's relatively unattractive but super-efficient PA into whose arms Malcolm had found comfort during those turbulent years at his home, particularly the five years prior to Emily leaving for college.
One morning when Malcolm arrived in his office and hung his jacket behind the door, clicking his partial denture with his tongue to express happiness, Jennifer in her unfashionably long skirt, flounced into the room.
"Malcolm when did we last have sex?"
Like most bosses answering that question posed by their PA, Malcolm kept his mind on what he was thinking and answered offhandedly. "Oh I suppose the last time we did it."
"You bastard," Jennifer said and sobbing went off and resigned, probably in despair knowing she would be unlikely to land an athletic guy with a big dick like Malcolm. It had been seven weeks and three days since he'd had her across his desk.
The replacement PA was a real bitch. She sniffed perpetually, spaced roughly seven minutes apart and that was just long enough for Malcolm to think the last irritating one had been her last. She was only twenty-four with firm upward slanting breasts that screamed to be sucked and an ass to die for. So Malcolm tried to nail Lana.
Lana's reaction was to cut Malcolm's lip, break his partial denture and lay a formal complaint.
No female in the office would look at Malcolm or speak to him from that day. The regional manager Stan Moran arrived to sort out the matter and did plenty of talking, lambasting Malcolm.
"You are a fucking fool Malcolm. We all do it but everyone except you takes care to ensure the female is in the mood before trying to grope her. Lana is prepared to withdraw her complaint if you are moved to another office. I'm sending you across town... I suppose on promotion otherwise your reputation will be shit."
"How about transferring me across to the other side of the country?"
"Very well, I'll see what I can do. You know I might have a crack at Lana. Great tits and a wonderful ass."
Three weeks later Malcolm began work at the regional office on the east coast and a month later the disgraced Stan Moran, now nicknamed Stan Moron, was transferred to that same office, demoted to regional assistant manager. Lucky Lana had received a 'distress payment' of $15,000 as a resulted of being sexually harassed by careless Stan.
Malcolm was astonished June wouldn't relocate. She called him an asshole for committing adultery and molesting a beautiful young woman but said she had a duty to provide Emily somewhere to sleep when she was home from college. Emily was currently home on two week's suspension for having sex with two guys in the fountain in the main quad at the college. Many people had sex in the fountain but usually at midnight, not midday as Emily and her two freshmen did, Emily having convinced the guys it was a traditional initiation.
June and Malcolm agreed to divorce because June didn't like the thought of him being far away and systematically working his way through all the women in the office and then starting working through the women in his residential neighborhood. His former PA heard about Malcolm's disgrace and visited him, taking time off without pay. She ended up in his bed and found life was sunny again. She stayed and they married a month after his divorce was granted.
* * *
"Mom who's fucking you now dad is history?"
June had to sit down as her legs had almost given out with her heart pumping extra blood to turn her face crimson.
"E-Emily. You c-can't ask your mother something l-like that," June stuttered, flaying a protesting arm for emphasis.
In the wonderfully simplified way young people have of expressing themselves, Emily said, "But I just did."
"Oh."
"Mom it will wither and dry if you don't use it."
"Rubbish."
"I reckon you'd then become prone to a prolapsed uterus."
Almost fainting in horror June promised Emily she'd think about it and she began talking about the weather to effectively turn off her daughter.
* * *
"Oh good morning," June Emerson said to mailman Reg Chipper. "Would you care for coffee?"
In the seven years Reg had been on this route it was the first time June had spoken to him. Previously if she saw him she'd just nodded. He knew what this was about. He'd already knocked off two lonely women that morning but thought he could manage a third. He looked around furtively. No one appeared to be at their windows. He went inside quickly, shut the door and unzipped.
"Um what is your name?"
"Reg."
