I was scared to death. My stepfather had caught me fucking my boyfriend, and I didn't know if he was going to tell my mother or not. It would kill her to know that I was gay, not to mention that I was fucking in her house.
"Ken, please, you can't tell my moms what you saw hear. She would beat my ass."
"And why is that my problem? Just because you're 19 doesn't mean that you don't to abide by house rules. Deidre has told you not to disrespect her home anymore. First, coming in after 3AM, and now this? I wonder how my wife would feel to know that he baby boy was getting dicked down in the place that she lays her head."
"Come on, Ken. I know that I fucked up, and it won't happen again. I will do anything for you not to tell her."
"Why should I help you, Brian? Since I met your mother, you have been nothing but a rude little shit to me. Now, I have the power to get you thrown out of this house. Give me one good reason why I shouldn't cash in."
"Please, I will do anything you want, just don't tell my moms. It would kill me to have her disappointed in me again."
"Anything, huh?"
"Anything."