This story stems from an original piece called "Xmas Surprise at the Murphy's" and a parallel story called "Flashback -- Glory Hole Roulette." The story is told from the point of view of Paul Murphy (David, Colleen and Lizzy Murphy's father). When Paul finds about the events at that occurred on that notorious evening of December 22, 2008, he flashes back to New Year's Eve 1989, the night that his daughter Lizzy was conceived. Paul's flashback reveals a secret story of sex, drugs and conception...as well as a few new, unknown twists.
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DECEMBER 23, APPROXIMATELY 1:05AM
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BOOM!!!!
My eyes opened wide but I couldn't see much, it was completely dark. I reached beside me to find my grandson and granddaughter still sound asleep, but I noticed that my wife was no longer in bed beside them.
"Maggie. Maggie, you in here?" I called out softly to see if she was still in the room. There was no reply.
The noise that startled me out of my deep sleep was a loud bang, like someone fell or slammed something. I shuffled my way to the bedroom door in the dark, and turned the light on to the hallway as I exited. I could see my oldest daughter Colleen at the other side of the hall holding her robe tightly closed.
"What the heck was that Daddy? Are the kids ok?" Colleen asked.
"Don't know what that was. The kids are still zonked out, but yer mom ain't in there no more." I replied in a tone to try to keep her calm.
We both headed downstairs to try to find out what the noise was. When we got to the bottom of the steps, we could hear sounds coming from the kitchen.
We entered the kitchen to find Maggie standing there making a cup of tea. At closer glance, I noticed there was a lit cigarette sitting in an ashtray on the counter. Maggie had quit smoking nearly ten years prior, when her sister died of lung cancer. She would still keep a pack or two around the house for when she got stressed out.
"Mom, is everything ok? What's wrong? What happened down here?" Colleen directed towards her mother.
Maggie picked the cigarette from the ashtray and took a nice long drag.
"The Devil was doing his evil work, right here in my home." I had not heard Maggie speak those words in a very long time. I still didn't know exactly what she was getting at.
Just then Colleen's husband Darren walked into the kitchen. "What's going on? Everything ok down here?"
I interrupted, "Everyone just settle down fer a minute. Give yer mum some space. Maggie, come sit down. Tell us what happened."
Maggie took one last long drag of the cigarette before smashing it down into the ashtray.
"It's that little harlot again. I swear she is trying to turn me against the world or put me in an early grave. That spawn of Satan has tainted this house for the last time."
My mind started to race along with my heart. What had happened? What did she see? What triggered her to say what she is saying?
"Momma, please, tell us what happened." Colleen exclaimed.
Maggie took a deep breath and then the most shocking words came from her mouth. "I caught that little whore FUCKING your brother right there in my living room."
To hear Maggie say the word 'Fuck', especially in front of Colleen and Darren, caused me to take a few steps back in shock. I then realized that she was talking about our youngest daughter Elizabeth and our son David. I sat down in a chair at the table to collect my thoughts for a moment.
Finally, Darren chimed in, "Mom, that's crazy. Are you sure you saw what you think you saw?"
Then I heard Maggie speak those words again. "I saw the work of the Devil. That I know. The Devil is not welcome in my home."
I crossed my arms and leaned back in the chair as my mind drifted to a specific memory in my life. One that I was asked to never speak of again, but one that is impossible to forget. I know why Maggie is referring to what happened as 'the work of the Devil', well, because...
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FLASHBACK TO DECEMBER 31, 1989:
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It had become tradition in recent years for me, Maggie and the kids to go all-night bowling on New Years Eve. However, it had become apparent that mine and Maggie's relationship was lacking intimacy to the point where I felt it was jeopardizing our marriage. In an attempt to rekindle that spark we once had, I spent nearly a thousand dollars to reserve the Renaissance Suite at the Westin William Penn Hotel in Downtown Pittsburgh for New Years Eve.
As to not disappoint the kids, I got my parents to agree to take them bowling for the night. Our daughter Colleen was now 11 years old and our son David was 7. I knew we would have at least a few more years of celebrating New Years Eve before they were too old to hang with mom and dad. But that night, I needed to concentrate on my wife.
Maggie was never much of a drinker. She would occasionally have a glass of wine with dinner, usually around holidays. The most I had ever seen her drink was at our wedding. I think she finished an entire bottle of wine and champagne by herself. That was certainly the drunkest I had ever seen her, but also the most frisky and horny. That is, until this night...
I had kept the evening a secret from Maggie for the most part. She wasn't thrilled that we wouldn't be spending midnight with the kids, but she did agree that we needed a nice night out together. She figured that we were just going downtown to meet some friends, enjoy the festivities then head back home.
Earlier in the day, I packed an overnight bag with a change of clothes for both of us and took it to the hotel for check in. Originally, I had reserved a normal guest suite for the night. The Renaissance Suite was booked for a local, high profile, professional football player. When I showed up for check in, I overheard a manager telling the desk clerk that of the Renaissance Suite was again available due to a cancellation. I had see if I had any shot at getting that room. I asked the clerk if I could talk to the manager. At first, the manager told me that they charge $5000 a night for that room on New Years Eve, but since they were still getting a majority of it for the late cancellation, he was willing to give me a rate of $950 for the night. I couldn't pass it up. I wanted the night to be extra special.
As we were getting ready for the evening, Maggie was really concerned with what she should wear. I wasn't a very stylish guy, so when she saw that I was wearing a suit, she put on the fanciest dress she had. The weather was to be beautiful that night, nearly 50 degrees and clear skies, so there was free reign on what to wear.
My memory of her when she walked out of the bathroom was as vivid as any memory that I have. She looked so gorgeous. Her light brown hair was stylishly twisted up into a bun with a few curls hanging down the side of her face. She rarely put on make-up, but when she did, it looked amazing. It all perfectly accented her big beautiful smile and bright glimmering eyes. The black, sparkling dress shaped perfectly to her slim 5'5" frame. The spaghetti straps held the top of the dress firmly against her voluptuous 38D breasts, revealing a beautiful valley of cleavage. The bottom of the dress clung tight around her well rounded hips and butt, then hung loosely down the length of her legs to her ankles. She was wearing high heels with sparkling jewels lining the strap across the toes. I didn't even know she owned a pair of heels. A slit in the dress ran from the bottom up to her thigh and revealed her black sheer stockings. She was the sexiest 34 year old woman I had ever laid eyes on. I could tell by the look in her eyes that she felt sexy too.
It took every bit of restraint not to throw her down on the bed and fuck her right there.
I didn't want to ruin my plans for the evening, so I simply walked to the closet and grabbed our coats. I helped her wrap a black satin shall around her shoulders, gave her a sweet peck on the cheek and we headed downstairs. As we said our goodbyes to the kids and my parents, Colleen and my mom were hooting and hollering over how amazing Maggie looked. She got so overwhelmed with flattery that her eyes started to well up with tears.
"Ok, we gotta be going. You kids be good fer your gramma and pap. Love yinz."
I leaned over and gave each of them a big hug and Maggie followed with kisses.
I extended my arm and Maggie grabbed on, as if I was about to walk her into prom. I looked deep into her eyes and still felt that something was missing. That fire of intimacy and satisfaction we always had was fading away. I needed to bring it back.
"We're gonna to have a great time tonight hun." I leaned in and gave her a kiss on the forehead.
When we got into the car, there was a bottle of Dom Perignon champagne sitting on the passenger seat. Maggie picked up the bottle and said, "I don't know much about this stuff, but this is a good one. Isn't it?"
"Expensive too." I nearly kicked myself when I said that. Money was always an issue with me and was probably a main ware on our relationship. I had a great financial year with my job and most of my money concerns were behind me. I actually got a pretty hefty bonus around Christmas time too, which I put away specifically for that occasion.
"Only the best for my beautiful wife." I continued.
"Should we pop it open now?" she asked.
I was surprised. Maggie was certainly not one to do something as daring as drinking while in a moving vehicle. Again, I didn't want to risk ruining the evening, so I replied
"That bottle is special. It's specifically for the midnight toast."
A warm, genuine smile lit up her face as she reached down and rested her hand on top of mine. I pulled her hand up to my lips and gave it a gentle kiss right above her wedding ring.
Her smile got bigger. "I love you so much Paul. I know we are going to have a great time tonight."
As we got into town, I dropped Maggie off outside the bar where we were meeting some friends. I drove a few blocks to the Westin William Penn Hotel to valet my car. I paid the bell hop to take the bottle of Dom to my room and put it on ice. I then hustled my way to the bar where my wife awaited me.
When I got to the bar, Maggie had already found our friends Sam and Sally. Also gathered around the table, to my surprise, was my good friend Tim, my younger sister Lindsay, my younger brother Robbie and his wife Bridgette.
"Hey! Pauli!" They shouted as I approached the table.
