Chapter Twelve: The Bizarre Family Meeting
Very little was said as Richard and Taryn drove home that Sunday morning. Taryn felt scared and excited, as she glanced at her husband while he drove the car. She still could hardly believe the previous evening had turned out in the way that it did. What had started out as an evening that she dreaded, turned out to be a spectacular evening. Stranger still was the far-reaching effects, the evening was going to have on both their lives, though they both were happy.
Neither Taryn nor Richard knew what the future had in store for them, but they knew that they would face it together. A strange sense of togetherness bonded the usually distant husband and wife as they pulled into their driveway. They were about to tell Owen about the previous night, reveal Richard's dirty little secret and leave the future in Owen's hands.
"Are you absolutely sure you want to do this, honey? There's no going back afterwards. So you must be completely sure this is what you want," Taryn said, while holding Richard's hand.
The car was parked when Richard turned the engine off, turned and looked at the worried expression on his wife's face and smiled. He could see her genuine concern for him and that show of emotion touched him. It was a look that hadn't been there for some time.
"It's not only what I want, but what I need. Since I lost my former Mistress, I've been shaken, depressed . . . lost," Richard said with a sombre look on his face as he remembered his recent pain.
"Yes, but to go this far? To put your life in your son's hands?" Taryn asked with earnest, still having trouble believing Richard.
"We both know I've been a poor husband and father. Perhaps this is best for the family?" Richard said with a chipper tone, clearly trying to put the best spin on it for both their sakes.
"Well, as long as your sure," Taryn said as she shook her head before she leaned in and gave Richard a peck on the lips. "Let's get in there, Slave!" Taryn said in a playful tone of voice.
"Yes, Mistress!" Richard replied with glee as they both got out of the car.
Upstairs, in the Thompson home Owen and Rosina were cuddled up in bed. Breakfast dishes were stacked neatly on the tray, which were sitting on Owen's dresser. Sweat covered both of their bodies in a light sheen as the pair recovered from yet another round of vigorous sex. Their arms and legs were intertwined so much so that it looked like a single body with two heads was in the bed, barely covered with sheets strewn askew. Both lovers had a dazed, yet happy look on their tired faces. It had been a long night filled with lots of hot sex and little sleep.
"Was that the car?" Owen asked as he turned an ear to the window.
"Not yet, Master, my poor little pussy is too sore right now," Rosina mumbled in a dreamy state before she gave Owen a peck.
"No," Owen chuckled. "That sound, did you hear it, I think they're back," he continued while straining to hear any sounds.
"I'm so fucked out, I don't think I would notice a bomb going off, Master," Rosina replied in a tired chuckle.
"We should get up, I think they're home," Owen said with authority as he started to get out of bed.
"But, Master, I don't think my legs work anymore," Rosina whined as she remained motionless on the bed.
Just then Owen heard the front door open up and two people enter. Owen gave Rosina a stern look and nodded in the direction of the door. Rosina groaned and fussed as she slowly rolled towards the edge of the bed and sat up. She scowled at Owen as she sat there, looking and feeling half-dead. Owen wiped that scowl off her face with a loving kiss just as Taryn entered the room.
"Just as I thought, still in bed. Honestly, did the pair of you get any sleep last night?" Taryn scolded in a light-hearted, teasing manner.
"Very little," Rosina said with a cheeky grin on her face. "Jealous?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Yes," Taryn replied with a smirk of her own as she winked at Rosina.
"How was last night?" Owen asked curiously as he embraced and kissed Taryn.
"It turned out okay, actually," Taryn said with a heavy sigh of relief.
"So it wasn't as bad as you thought?" Owen asked with a voice of hopeful concern.
"You two need to get dressed and come downstairs . . . we need to talk," Taryn said with a serious tone of voice.
"About what?" Owen asked with a distrustful tone.
"Last night," Taryn replied with a firm look.
"Uh-oh," Rosina said in a troubled manner, her eyes wider than before.
"It's not bad, but we all need to talk," Taryn said in a comforting manner.
Owen and Rosina got dressed while Taryn walked back downstairs. Owen wondered how his father had found out about what had been going on but guessed that was what they needed to talk about. Perhaps he wasn't as clueless as everyone thought he was. How ever he found out, it was clear to Owen at least that Richard knew. Explaining to Rosina was one thing, explaining their unique relationship to his father was something else. When Owen walked into the living room two things struck him as odd. For one, his parents weren't sitting together, his father sat in the loveseat and Taryn sat in another chair. The large chair was left vacant, and this was thing that struck him as odd, because the large chair was Richard's favourite. One last thing that did not go unnoticed was Richard's demeanour. He wasn't his usual confident self, but rather he sat there with his hands in his lap, looking down. Rather than looking confident, he looked the opposite, he looked weak.
