(Based on a true event.)
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"Are you sure you'll be alright?" Dave asked Louis a second time.
His brother and his wife had on two occasions this month alone asked him over for dinner. The first was just a week ago on the sixth, a Friday. Today just so happens to be Friday the thirteenth. Though not superstitious or anything like that, this date just had a bad ring to it for him. Maybe all the skipping school with his buddies to go watch hockey-mask slasher Jason in his teens had something to do with it as well.
Anyways, Pat was quite the cook as Louis had said she is. For one, her beef cutlets were out of this world. They were crispy outside, but the inside was consistently a juicy, medium rare. She even went as far as to make her own tomato dipping sauce for them. She had to make a gallon of it, everyone was in love with it. Hardly anyone was using it to dip; they were sipping it like a soup with spoons!
But fuck all that though! They had a hidden agenda by asking him over, just like he had suspected all along.
Louis needed money...and fast too!
His landlord had recently announced that a renewal of his lease on his little café would come with a thirty-three percent rent hike that was non-negotiable. That was going to be on top of the painful utility fees, employee salaries, and occasional violation fees and so on and so forth.
Oh, and then let's not forget there was the tuition payment for his sexy ass daughter Nicole who went to a private college being a useless Liberal Arts major. Boy, had her parents did try to rethink her choice.
Surely as the older brother here, he would have helped if he could. But in all seriousness, he just couldn't.
Why? He himself just got out of a messy divorce from his bitch of eleven rocky years. The damn judge then awarded her about forty-seven percent of his assets. He was now left with a joke of a balance in his bank account. Thank god they had no kids; otherwise he might very well have to pay that fucking alimony.
"My hands are tied--you've got to believe me man!" he begged for his brother to understand.
"You know darn well that I would if I could, don't you?"
Pat stood and came around over from their spot across the table. "We'll be fine Davy--it's quite alright!"
She pulled him into her side and gave his shoulder a few gentle grips to emphasize her words.
"Hey, what you say we finish up with some nice apple turnovers now?"
Dave liked the sound of that a lot. But first he needed to go pee. He looked at the grandfather clock over in the corner and realized that he had not relieved himself some three-and-a-half hours after leaving the strip club. He had saved his stomach for Pat's food, but then he had filled himself up with the free watermelon and fruit punch that came with the purchase of a lap dance.
He was in a dicey situation in all truthfulness. The holding in of his piss now had him in a semi-erect state too, as the image of the sheeny butt on his dancer Kimberly suddenly popped up in his brain.
"Sounds grand, but i got to make a quick run to the John first!"
And so with that, he excused himself upstairs.
As he got to the top of the stairs, he then remembered that his niece Nicole had stormed upstairs in quite the rage when he again denied assisting her Dad. He figured he would need to see her after using the bathroom and try maybe hopefully to both reason with and comfort her.
When he neared the bathroom, which was the second room to his right, he saw that the door was slightly ajar and heard the shower running. He peeked in and almost had a fucking heart attack.
His rosebud of a niece's peppy tush met his bewildered eyes. She was bent over by the sink and was one leg away from stepping out of her teal gym shorts that had nice pink trim.
Had the water not been running, she easily could have heard his nervous breathing as he gripped the casing of the door looking like a drooling Scooby Doo.
Nicole left the undies at the base of the tub and got in, shutting the half-frosted sliding door behind her.
