Chapter Six (The Heart of the Problem)
*Being smart is like being sharp. Be careful you don't cut yourself.*
I had Mom and Sister sitting down in my basement, eating do-it-yourself tacos in a kind of family night. I'd even gone through the motions of inviting Dad, but he'd had 'prior commitments'. By accident, we all had on nearly identical clothes -- draw string bottoms and t-shirts.
"What are you planning for tonight?" April asked. She knew me well enough to be suspicious. Mom looked around the taco she was munching down on, clearly curious. She'd assumed that this was merely another attempt at family bonding.
"Well, you asked me to do something about Dad, and I've been working on that problem," I started. I picked up the remote, cut on the DVD player and hit play. I had converted only the section of Dad and his partner, plus their little discussion. Mom dropped her taco.
"Oh crap," April said in a small voice. "She's my gynecologist. Dad recommended her. She's Mom's too."
"That Bastard!" she stood and screamed. "He's been sabotaging me." Tears began streaming down her face. She slumped back down and put her face in her hands sobbing. I stopped the DVD then April and I closed a circle around her, pulling our Mother tight. "And he cheated on me with that bitch," she went on. "She's had her hands inside me. I'm going to rip her tits off and stuff them down his throat."
"There, there Mom," comforted April. I rubbed Mom's back. Mom began crying on April's shoulder and wrapped her arm around her. I think she had woken up to what she'd been doing, what we meant to her, and in doing so, took a serious step toward forgiveness.
"Mom, how does a dose of revenge sound?" I suggested. She rose up her head until we were eye to eye.
"Hell yes," she rasped. "Fuck him worse than he fucked me."
"Well, I admit I had more incentive to deal with you. He doesn't do much for me," I joked. Mom and April looked at me confused then Mom smiled.
"Point taken, Damien," she said. "I want him to be my bitch. He's been giving it to me up the ass all these years. I want to return the favor. What do you have in mind?" I responded by cutting the DVD back on. Quickly we finished with Dad and cut to patient one.
"I think that act would cost you your medical license," April groaned. "What they are doing looks painful."
"Oh, it stretches your hamstrings, but I like it," Mom said absently.
"I'm going to pop to the faces of the other three patients. Mom, I know who the last one is and I'll deal with her. Find out who the other three are, and if they are married."
"I can do that," Mom replied. "Can you get me a picture I can use?"
"Done," I promised.
"What can I do?" April asked.
"If you really want to help, there is one thing you can do." April looked at me. "I want you and Mom to sixty-nine." April's eyes went wide. Mom's look was indescribable.
"How does that help you?" April begged.
"Have you ever gone down on a girl before?" I replied.
"No," April said sheepishly.
"I need you to learn from the best. I've seen Mom at work, and she's fantastic. You need to start learning about this stuff, because I know it will come in handy."
"He's got a point," Mom reluctantly agreed. "Honey, if you are going to go in the direction your brother and I are, you need to get started." April looked pretty terrified, but she finally nodded. "Damien, we will use your bedroom and you may not watch. My baby will be nervous enough as it is." With that, she led April off to my room. All I could do was sit back and listen, and listen. As I told April, Mom was the best. That she was actually considering how April might feel about something spoke volumes about the level of introspection she was going through.
My next week was busy. I had my actually job to do, I began actively seeing Danielle during the day, and I was nightly gathering data on Dad and his partners. Even though Heidi and I flirted, she knew I was with Danielle. Danielle was like a flower coming into bloom. We hadn't actually had sex yet, but we had fun torturing each other. She was coming to appreciate that the submissive had the control in the dominant-submissive relationship. Part of the thrill was she knew she could stop her suffering at any point, but choosing not to. Danielle was stressing herself sexually, and all other life stresses were melting away. She told me that for the first time in her life she loved her job.