Hank looked up at the sound of the voice, his eyes squeezing half shut in an attempt to focus his alcohol soaked brain on the change of circumstances before him. That voice was very familiar, his own granddaughter who had cast him out at the insistence of his dead daughter before she died, blaming Hank for all her worldly ills albeit the blame was probably of equal proportions if the truth be fully known.

For my part I sat there with my pants down, so to speak. My cock was now a limp piece of shit, my nuts shriveled to the size of immature prunes, wrinkled and going cold fast. Blowjob interruptus was the least of my worries, I once again strained to hear the sounds of sirens coming up the steep road from below. Any second my mind told me and you're gonna be heading off to be butt food for the local hoosegow residents. The theme of getting more ass than a toilet seat did not really appeal to me especially when my ass was the one on point.

"Hi Rachael, welcome home," Hank slurred, a lopsided grin sliding across his face.

Rachael eyed him and then looked at her two daughters, seated on a couch with two grown men, clothes in various forms of disarray, daughters with red shameful faces ducked down, not daring to look up. A slow spin of drizzle started sliding from little Melissa's chin, the silver thread hanging for what seemed like an eternity to me, fully visible to her open mouthed mother.

"Wipe your chin young lady and get whatever that disgusting stuff is off right this minute. Shit, you two are totally grounded for the rest of the summer."

"Mom that's so extremely not fair," shrieked Melissa as she quickly swiped away the cock drool onto the back of her hand, suddenly realizing she didn't know where to wipe it on the expensive couch. "We were supposed to go with you sailing to Catalina tomorrow, you mean we can't go?"

"Hell yes I mean you can't go, you're going to Aunt Sophie's and sit your butts there for the two weeks I am gone, no shopping, no visitors, no boys, no nothing."

Rachael's anger was still climbing, the veins in her forehead now prominent as she shifted her gaze from each of us, Hank, Alex and myself, hatred and the desire to kill evident.

"You always were such a spoil sport Rach," Hank said leaning back against the bar in the corner, his cowboy boots crossed in front of him much in the same way we'd seen him outside the Queen restaurant. Something about his laid back look brought a little peace for the moment, Rachael letting out a long drawn out sigh as she sunk into a plush chair near the couch.

"Go to your rooms, both of you," she said in a deadly voice to the two girls. They left, heads cast down.

"Might I suggest a quick nip of the devil's brew I've got out there in these here boy's SUV before you bring in the locals to incarcerate us for the rest of our natural lives?" Hank asked grinning. "It's some smooth shit."

"You think this is funny you old fool? Go ahead, get your stupid booze but if you try and run off I swear I'll cut your balls off myself."

"Wouldn't dream of it, just let me pour all of us a nip and then you do the dirty deed. Deal?"

"Go on but hurry. I'm dead tired and I want you three out of here."

She kicked her shoes off, flashing a nice pair of legs under a thin summer dress. It was a one piece, cut in a deep V at the neck enough to show she had a nice pair, the fullness quite evident. Her hair was a reddish brunette, a nice dye and cut job at one of the pricier salons down the coast probably, her eyes a dark brown and her skin tanned to a golden glow. Tall with nice hips and spa worked buns and legs. She caught me looking her up and down and glowered back.

"So, how did you persuade my daughter to suck your dirty cock tramp?"

Hank had left out the front door and for a flash I panicked wondering if I had left my keys in the truck but a quick feel to my right pocket assured me I hadn't although I'd left it unlocked. I could see the old bastard streaming away cackling, leaving the count and me to take the fall.

Fuck it, I was in deep guano already, why pussy foot around. "Didn't take much persuading, she seemed a natural at it. Head went into my crotch like she was dropping into an ice cream parlor. Maybe like mother, like daughter, huh?"

"You cocksucker, how dare you?"

Not very original but I'd been called a lot worse. Hank appeared with the brown paper bag wrapped fifth and slid it out. Wild Turkey was on the label. He went behind the bar and fiddled around.

"Who wants straight up and who wants ice?"

We wanted straight up and Rachael wanted ice. He poured and brought the drinks over. Shit, a few ice cubes in one glass and pour, then a brief guzzle and it was butt fuck city for the three of us. I deliberated about drinking very, very slowly then said fuck it to myself.

We each took a tumbler and he held his glass up in salute.

"Here's to my two amigos, friends to the end, right boys? And to my granddaughter, once a bitch always a bitch, right honey?"

"Fuck you Grandpa," Rachael said chugging the two fingers of Kentucky Bourbon in a single ice clinking guzzle and walking to the bar, setting her glass down and reaching for the house phone sitting there.

Alex and I followed suit, glancing at each other hopelessly. Maybe we should make a run for it I thought reading his own mind but with an APB out on us and all our shit back on the Queen Mary I didn't want to have every LEA in L.A. after us while trying to find the terrorist and my daughters.

"Rachael honey, let me just tell you one thing before you dial that phone, O.K.?"

"I'm listening." ......(cont)