Chapter 2

Barbara did not regain consciousness for another two days. Once she did, she noticed a flurry of activity around her. Her head hurt a little, but nothing serious. What she could not figure out though was the reason of this activity. She saw a handsome young man approach her.

"Hi, how are you this morning?" he asked.

"Fine, thank you" she replied.

"My name is Dr. Matthews, this here is Ms. Kisiel, the head nurse" he said motioning to the older lady standing next to him.

"Hello, why am I here?" she asked.

"Do you not remember?" asked Frank.

"No" she replied.

Curious, Frank asked, "What is the last thing you remember?"

Struggling to find an answer, she said "I don't know"

Starting to see panic creep in on Barbara's face, Frank asked "Do you remember your name?"

A frantic shake of the head told him she was probably suffering from amnesia, but he couldn't confirm that unless he ran more tests. Tests, that he asked Ms. Kisiel to run right away as he made his way out and called Tyrone.

Tyrone was only vaguely aware of what Frank told him as he hung up the phone and turned his attention back on the TV where Donita Dunes was taking cum from over three dozen men on her face. Bukkake was one of his many fetishes as he watched porn almost all the time now at home along with his kids. TJ because he was a boy and all boys like watching porn and Trinicia because according to him, that is what women were supposed to do - is act like the whores in the porn movies. For her part, Trinicia was slaving away faithfully on her father's big fat cock. A small pool had collected on the wooden floor below her pussy, the result of a nice doggy style fuck her brother had enjoyed himself to while she sucked her daddy's cock.

She was quite a remarkable girl, Trinicia was. Willing to fuck on a moment's notice in front of a man, she was authoritative enough to turn every woman in the town into a whore if she so chose. Her beautiful boobs swaying back and forth as she gagged herself on Tyrone's cock, she was rewarded finally for her efforts as another load went down her throat. Both Tyrone and TJ had been producing a lot of cum lately, since Trinicia had read somewhere that increased consumption of protein led to an increase in semen output and she had insisted on both of them eating extra protein. Whether it was in the form of a 5-egg omelette each for breakfast, or a double hamburger for lunch or a big fat juicy steak for dinner.

Laying back as she lazily brought cum from her pussy to her fingers, she gazed back at the TV.

"Who was that on the phone daddy?" she asked.

"Hmm? Oh that was Dr. Matthews, let me call him back and ask him" he replied.

At first Tyrone was a little confused as to what that meant. Amnesia? She did not know who he was? What did that mean in the grand scheme of things? He asked himself and Frank these questions for a good hour. He was in a daze as he hung up the phone, Frank saying he needed the results of the tests to confirm what the extent of the damage was. He spent the rest of the day just going through the motions, unaware of what he was doing even as he did things he did every day. He didn't feel it necessary to tell the kids about Barbara just yet. He wanted to wait until he heard back from Frank.

Finally in the evening he heard back from Frank who said he got the test results back. Essentially the internal bleeding in the brain could have caused this amnesia. Frank wasn't sure whether it was temporary or permanent, but all indications were this was a permanent situation. Tyrone did a double-take upon hearing that. Did he want to deal with this now? Did he want to bring Barbara home only to have her put him through the same troubles again? What was it about that tiny woman that terrified him so much? His thoughts were broken by Frank when he said

"Ty, I have a feeling you're looking at this from a glass half-empty situation. Maybe you need to look at it from a glass half-full one?" he said.

"What the fuck are you talking about man?" said Tyrone.

"Let me explain" said Frank.

The next few hours, Frank and Tyrone talked about Frank's plan. Tyrone was hesitant at first, but Frank was insistent and assured Tyrone it was fool proof. Especially if it ran its full course. There were a lot of suggestions made from both parties, and it was agreed that it would take a lot of effort on Tyrone's part to make the plan work. The possibilities were quite simply, endless if everything went according to plan. But then again, nothing ever went according to plan, which is why it was crucial that they looked into every conceivable possibility, and they had to be absolutely sure that the amnesia was permanent.

Tyrone hung up the phone, with a promise to let Frank know the next morning about his decision. In any event, he was going to visit a now conscious Barbara so the two would meet and discuss matters further. He needed to think, and think long and hard. Walking downstairs, he went to his fridge and took out a can of beer, gulping down half the beer in one go. Slowly walking to his favorite chair, a 10 year old brown lazy-boy with a beer can holder, he pulled the lever to raise his legs and tilt the back. He felt he did his best thinking on that chair.

"Who am I kidding? I can't think to save my life. Barbara was the brains in the family" he said to himself as he took another gulp of the beer.

Switching on the TV, he watched a movie, typical of the ones he had been seeing over the last few days. No plot, just a shapely busty blond being fucked by 2 well hung black men. He watched it for a while, but his mind was not into it today. Normally he would get hard instantly watching such videos but today his cock lay limply inside his boxers. Not even a glimpse of life, he noted.

"First time I seen you switching that off without blowing your load, daddy" he heard Trinicia say.

"Where you coming from, girl?" he asked her.

"I went out to Juan's place. He had a party at his house, invited a few of his friends over" she said walking towards the fridge.

She knew what her father needed. He drank beer like most men drank water and never got drunk on it. He did pee like a racehorse though, but that was too be expected. Strangely enough, the beer didn't go to his gut. Taking out a handful of cans, she walked over to the chair where her father sat. Unlike most girls her age, she loved sitting in her father's lap. It wasn't a sexual thing with her, not always. But mainly a protective feeling she got when near him. She wasn't too thrilled about her mom's decision to send her away to a private school. Her wish, was to stay in this small town, have plenty of sex, have a dozen babies in as many years, and be a grandma by age 30. Then she'd get her tubes tied and have as much sex as she could, teaching the same to her children and grandchildren. Her father had taught her the right place for a woman, and that was barefoot and pregnant, readily accessible to be fucked at all times by as many people as possible. Unfortunately in this town, the only stumbling block to that ever happening was her mother.

Shaking those thoughts from her mind she sat on her father's lap, cum seeping out from her pussy onto his boxers. Tyrone looked at the young girl in his lap. He could tell she had plenty of sex that night, she had more than a couple of love-bites on her neck and her boobs. The strap on her mini-dress was broken and she hadn't bothered to even tie it. As a result, the right side of the dress was drooping down, causing her right boob to pop out of the dress.

"Who dropped you home?" he said.

"Uncle Logan, daddy" she replied.

David Logan was the town sheriff, and godfather to Trinicia. He was one of Tyrone's drinking buddies, and hosted poker parties over at his house every weekend. He was the boyfriend of Tyrone's sister Tara.

"Was he also at the party?" he asked.

"Course, daddy. He and a couple other of your drinking buddies. They said you were invited but you had other plans" she replied as she adjusted herself on his lap, feeling him harden under her.