The next morning Dave left to go to his writing studio to lay out some book keeping files. Tammy and Jenny sat at the kitchen table talking about what the weeks work would be. To Jenny, even after the wildness of the night before, this all seemed so natural. She had now not only been to bed with her own father but, oddly, had found that touching and being touched by another female had proven to be wildly thrilling.
When Robin stormed in and dropped angrily into the chair, glaring hotly at the table top, the two girls knew well enough to let Robin decide when she would open up.
“That fucking bastard!” Robin growled, looking from Jenny to Tammy. “You know what he did?”
“Who?” Tammy questioned.
“That fucking father of mine. That son-of-bitch said he wanted me to have his kid... What he didn’t tell was that he can’t have kids.”
“Oh, my God,” Jenny moaned.
“Then he up and tells me we are moving to Montana where his cousin is making some sorta resort for perverts and banging his own daughter too,” She looked around the kitchen then slammed her hand angrily onto the shiny table top. “I packed my stuff and told him to have at it; that I never wanted to see him again.”
“Don’t blame ya,” Jenny replied, putting her hand over Robin’s. “You going to be okay?”
“Ya, I guess. Be better when I find myself a place to live.”
“Don’t lay that line of shit on us,” Tammy growled back. “You know damn well you can stay here or with me.”
“I just don’t want to get in the way. I mean, after all, I know you two are getting it on with Dave.”
“You think you’re not welcome to join in?” Jenny giggled, surprised at how fast the girl seemed to get over her anger.
“The three of us and Dave?” Robin questioned, a smile tugging at the right corner of her lip. “How long do you think he would survive?”
“One way to find out, huh?” Tammy said with a laugh.
“Robin?” Jenny asked, bending forward. “You sure seem to be pushing what your father did to you aside rather easily. You sure you’re okay?”
“Actually, I am happy. You see, a lot has changed the last few weeks. I don’t know, we have gotten close and we have this business to make a go of. Maybe it is wrong or something but, I want more out of life than fucking a man who has so little respect for me.”
The conversation soon turned to the coming week’s work. From time to time, Robin would unload another part of her anger towards her father and get right back into the subject. Then Robin changed the subject.
“Okay, where do I stay?” She asked, her eyes looking from Tammy to Jenny. “I mean, like it is no way I am going to sleep in that car and run up and down those hills when we start work.”
Jenny leaned back in her chair, winked at Tammy before she turned to Robin. “Why don’t ya go down and see what Dad thinks?”
“No,” Robin replied, shaking her head as her gaze returned to the table top. “What if he laughs at me?”
Tammy shook a cigarette out of the half empty pack of Marlboros. “You go down there and talk to him, honey. I can tell you he won’t be laughing at all. We’ll stay here and give you two some space.”
Dave was sitting in his big, black recliner, looking at the waters of Watts Bar Lake far to the south when Robin slid the sliding glass door open and walked in. “Busy?” She asked.
“Not at all. What’s up?”
Robin slowly told Dave what had happened. She was shocked at how angry he got, never having seen him so upset as he used every foul word to describe her father then, as his face reddened, started making up new words to describe him.
“Its okay,” she whispered. “All I wanted to know is if I could stay with you guys for a bit.”
Dave looked Robin over from head to toe. Her slender body, fitted snugly into the faded blue jeans told of her long, slender legs. Her breasts tented the white blouse slightly as his minded changed from anger to want.
“”What are you thinking?” Robin asked, knowing full well that she had just been mind-fucked.
“I’d like to make love to you.”
“Would ya settle for just a good, old fashion fuck?”
“Right now? I’d think you’d be a bit upset with all men.”
“Oh, I am,” Robin smiled back, unbuttoning the top button of her blouse, “but my pussy ain’t.”
“Why doesn’t it bother you and Tammy about me bedding my own daughter?”
“Well,” she replied, sliding the blouse off her arms, reveling a smallish, peach colored bra. “I’ve been fucking my old man for about a year. Why should it bother me?”
“You know, I sometimes wake up at night and just lay there looking at the door, just lay there and wonder when the police will break it down and rush in with news reports clicking pictures of the world’s worst father.”
Robin sat down and looked at Dave. This was really bothering him and no one else knew about it. “I guess its a lot like Tammy said, We see terrorist blowing planes up, school kids killing school kids, little girls kidnapped from their own homes and killed... Who the fuck is the real monsters? The world kills each other, yet it condemns us for finding a tiny bit of love in all this craziness.”
“She might have a point there.”
“Maybe; maybe not. I really did feel secure with letting Pa bang me,” She shrugged her shoulders. “I felt secure in his arms; we could lay there and talk for hours... Now that I will miss.”
“You got nice tits,” Dave observed with a grin.
