Chapter 6: Richard’s Whore

How I did not get pulled over and get arrested for DUI that night, I will never know. I had a hard time seeing in the dark and keeping the car on the road as I sped along the freeway. I must have driven well over 100 mph most of the way and made it to Richard’s house in record time. When I pulled into his driveway, I went to turn off my car’s lights, only to realize I had never turned them on. Somehow, I hadn’t been pulled over. Somehow I had not died.

I was surprised to see the lights still on inside, as it was close to 1:30 am. I still had a key, and when I opened the front door and stumbled inside, the first thing I noticed was loud music blasting in the house. Underneath the hard rock music that Richard loved was another noise: the sound of a woman screaming.

When I came around the corner and looked into the living room, I was greeted by a sight I would never have expected. I immediately recognized the cute, innocent, petite nineteen-year-old blonde with pink streaks in her hair. The same girl I had seen leaving Richard’s house the day of the pool party, when I came to drop off the kids. She was on the living room floor straddling a man I did not recognize, who was obviously pumping his cock into her, and my uncle Richard was behind her, and I could only assume, by the fact that she had two holes back there, that he must have been pounding his cock into her ass at the same time.