"I'm sorry I yelled at you, it isn't your fault. I love you Cindy." Cassidy told her, and then threw herself at her sister and embraced her. John could tell they were both crying now. He had to force back his own tears now...he knew that everything had changed and would never be the same from here on out, and it scared him. So he forced back the tears and tried to smile as he separated them.
"Come on girls, we should go Cas." He told them and they separated, both wiping their eyes. "Cyn, we'll be back in a few hours...earlier if you call us. Be safe sweetie." He told her and hugged her again, but quickly broke it to avoid crying from either of them. He and Cassidy quickly filed out of the house and closed the door. Cynthia just stood there for a minute, stopping her tears. She then sighed and went to go wash her face. She also had a thought to make sure her parent's bedroom was clean.
Monica was indeed heading to see Reverend Granger. The lawyer or police never even popped into her head, and even if they had, she wouldn't have done either unless the Reverend had suggested it. Several times she almost crashed, barely able to see through the tears as she drove, she kept replaying what she had seen at the house. One minute she was in complete despair, feeling sorry for herself at what they had done, the next, anger over how they could betray her like that. Especially her husband and her daughter...how could THEY be having sex? Monica was beginning to wonder if she had honestly seen what she had seen. She had to talk to Steve...she drove faster.
She pulled into the church parking lot and found that it was no longer full, only about a half dozen cars left. She was glad, it would make getting to and talking with Reverend Granger that much easier. Upon entering, she went back into the main assembly, thinking Steve would still be in there, and he was. He was busy talking to a lady and a man, Monica knew they were husband and wife, thought she couldn't remember their names at that moment. She stopped just inside the doorway and waited for them to finish talking. Monica could see only three other people there, all of them still praying she assumed as they remained seated. After a minute she grew frantic and started to wave her arm at him to get his attention. He glanced up at her and when she didn't speak, he figured she wanted to see him in private...this had happened before when something happened at home and she needed to talk to him.
"Monica, I'll meet you in my offices in a few minutes. Please wait for me there." He told her as quietly as he could for his voice to reach her. She hesitated, like she wanted to not wait, then she nodded. Reverend Steve Granger took a deep breath as he again listened to the couple before him. They were discussing about their son getting married in a few months and were talking to him about the dates and a few concerns on their parts. He listened to them, but he was also thinking about what was wrong now with Monica. She had come in less than a week ago, having problems in her relationship with her husband and difficulties with her eldest daughter. But Steve knew that Monica had to have these talks fairly regularly, about once a month or so. Steve also knew that Monica helped out more at the church then anyone else excepting himself. They had joked a few times that she should have a cot in one of the backrooms to sleep in.
He knew about what kicked off these problems, what was slowly eating at her, and he had told her was destroying her marriage. She had come to him years ago, when a then co-worker had brought her to services one evening. It took her another week to come again, but then she started coming fairly regularly. After two months or so she confessed her sins to him, and he had to admit, her list was long. He advised her to break ties with the destructive behavior and to repent her sins to God and her family. She since had done that, except talk to her family. He had told her many times that until she did, they...and she could not move on. He knew her fears; afraid that her admission would destroy her family, but that was exactly what Steve feared was happening.
Monica had mentioned that his own wife was talking to her husband John about their problems and Steve had met the daughters earlier in the week when they visited his house. Steve was glad his wife was helping, though why she hadn't told him, he couldn't say. Steve often felt standoffish with the woman, and it took a long time to figure out why. With all the time spent together and all the help she did for him, Steve admitted to himself that he had grown quite fond of Monica. He made sure to keep their relationship professional, at best lose friends, after he had discovered this about himself. He was very aware that she was a very attractive woman. It only made it worse that he also knew her darkest, deepest sins and desires. In this he was like a medical doctor with a patient, the relationship had to be kept professional, least it confuse the results, or worse...harm both parties. He was thinking along these lines when he opened the door to his office, ten minutes later.
"How are you Monica? I hated that you had to leave the sermon earlier, is everything ok?" He asked her and she looked up at him as she sat in the chair. He saw that she had been crying heavily. He knelt beside her and placed his hand on her head. "Monica, what's wrong?" he asked her again, this time more soothingly to her, seeing she was in pain.
"Oh Steve, I don't where to start...how to tell you." Monica said as she sobbed. She had given thoughts to the events at her house while she was alone in the office waiting for the Reverend to see her, and she knew that telling him what she had to tell him, would hurt him and she hated that. She had to tell someone, but now that she was here, she didn't want to. Steve looked at her with compassion on his face as she sat there. He was quiet for a few seconds before speaking.
"Try and start where the trouble started if nothing else, but not knowing the cause I can't advise you about it." He suggested, at a loss to talk about something he knew nothing about. She nodded as she looked up, bleary eyed.
"After I left here, I went home. I was upset that Cynthia hadn't come with me, and I thought I would go see how things were at the house. When I got home your wife's car was in the driveway and I thought about talking with her about my marriage." She said, and started crying anew. He embraced her, trying to calm her so she could finish the story. A minute later she got herself under control enough to go on. She looked into his face as he knelt close to her and tried to speak again.
"I also noticed Cassidy's car in the drive as I got there, and thought maybe she was causing trouble for the two of them as they...talked." She said, and then gave a crying laugh with the last few words. "I got inside and was looking for my daughter when I heard them. I then went to my bedroom...MY own bedroom and saw them there! All of them were on my bed having sex!" Monica raised her voice in anguished anger, as she recalled what happened. He looked at her in confusion.
"Who was having sex Monica? Your husband?" Steve asked, thinking she had caught her husband cheating on her. She looked at him, nodding slightly, but she remained silent for half a minute before going on, trying to recollect some calm.
"Them...all three of them! John, your wife and my eldest daughter...they were all having sex together." She explained quietly, starting to see some comprehension dawn on his face.
"My wife? No, she was over there to talk...your daughter?" he said in some confusion as he stood up away from her, needing air. Monica thought he was about to faint, so she quickly stood up and grabbed him to steady him. She moved him backward toward his desk.
"I saw them. They were all together. Cassidy was straddling his hips...I can assume he had his cock in her and Barbra was on his face, getting licked." Monica said quietly, and then looked up at him. He looked angry.
"Please don't say that here! Barbra wouldn't do that! She wouldn't cheat on me like that! And you say your daughter was with them as well? How do I know this isn't some delusion?" he said heatedly, and Monica gasped, not believing that he doubted her.
"I saw it, I was there...I heard them! I watched long enough for my senses to adjust to what I saw, but I saw them fucking Steve. I can't believe you're saying I'm lying, or am crazy! I'm not. Your wife was getting her pussy licked while my husband fucked our daughter!" She practically shouted at him, in anger that he didn't believe her. He looked furious at her as she talked. And as she finished speaking he raised his hand and slapped her face. It wasn't hard, but she fell to the ground in shock and looked back at him. His anger quickly drained from him, replaced by horror at what he had just done. She started to cry; partly that he didn't believe her on top of everything else. He stood stunned over her for a minute before he leaned over and gently pulled her up, still crying.
"I am so sorry Monica; I can't believe I did that to you. I just...my wife...Barbra...how could she?" he said, himself starting to cry as he held her. She sobbed against his chest as he stroked her hair.
"I'm sorry that I had to tell you Steve. I didn't want to hurt you. I would never hurt you...I'm sorry I did." She gasped out as she sobbed, looking up as he cried before her. He had always been there for her, so strong that he always wanted to help her, and she always wanted to return that. And now she had hurt him with what she told him. She didn't like him hurt. Without really thinking she pulled her self up and nuzzled against his neck, her tears falling on his cheek. He gripped her tighter as she did. She then moved her head and kissed his neck while he stroked her hair. She then raised her hand and pulled him down as she looked up and kissed him softly on the lips. He accepted the kiss, and returned it. Warning bells started inside him shortly after and he started to pull away. She gripped him tighter.
