After the police dropped Max off at his house, Cody Slonaker sat in the back of the police car wondering how he was going to break the news of his daughter's career to his wife. The only reason he knew about it was because of an unusual email he received at work. It had a subject line of 'Your Daughter.' The message was short, "Cody, Liz has opened a sex site. You should know about it. A friend." There was a link to a website.
His first action after glancing over it was to delete it thinking it was spam that managed to make it through the company's spam filter. Fortunately, his email program didn't really delete the email. It was a little later that one minor detail about that email occured to him. The sender knew both his name and his daughter's name. He went to the email trash folder and searched for the email.
A careful examination of the email didn't give him a clue concerning the sender's identity. The return address was just a user name consisting of a random mix of characters and letters with a widely used internet service. He would have to get a court order to find out the identity of the sender.
Wondering what he would find, he clicked on the link hoping that he'd find a picture or two of his daughter drunk at some college party. A few seconds later a webpage opened in his browser. As the images loaded, his stomach lurched. It was filled with pictures of his daughter, in full naked glory, engaged in a variety of sex acts with men and women. This was a commercial sex website.
The pictures were very explicit. Only a gynecologist could get a closer view of her private parts. There were cocks of all shapes and sizes entering every orifice she had. Not only one orifice at a time, but in few of the pictures it was all of them at once.
His hand shook while he went through the preview pages intended to capture a customer's interests. He wasn't interested in becoming a customer. He wanted to find the individual responsible for it and torture them to death. She had to be on drugs, that was the only explanation he was willing to consider.
With each page, his disappointment in his daughter grew. It was when he reached the picture of a man pissing into his daughter's mouth that he lost it. He closed the browser and marched out of the office for the nearest bar.
Events at the bar had taken a little of the edge off of his anger. Now he had to explain to his wife about his daughter's website. He'd rather go to the dentist for a root canal. The alcohol he had consumed seemed to have no effect on him.
When the police car arrived at his house, he walked up to the front door. Dreading what was to come, he opened the door and stepped into the living room while calling out, "I'm home!"
His wife, Angie, entered the living room from the kitchen. In a cheerful voice, she asked, "How was your day?"
"Not good," Cody answered. "In fact, it was the worst day of my life."
"What's the matter?" Angie asked suddenly concerned by the serious tone in his voice.
He looked at his wife thinking that he was about to crush her comfortable little world. He hoped she didn't faint. Thinking it would be better if she were seated, he pointed to a chair and said, "I think you need to sit down."
She smiled hoping to alleviate some of the seriousness. Things couldn't be so bad. Making light of the situation, she said, "You're so serious."
"I've got some really bad news," he said.
Frowning, she took a seat and looked up at him expectantly. She watched him take a seat in a chair across the room. He moved in a stiff manner reminiscent of a much older man. He looked very tired and upset. It dawned on her that he might have a serious illness and she began to worry. She had no idea what they would do if he got and was unable to work. Well, she did have one idea, but that was a last resort.
"Our daughter has a sex website," Cody said after deciding that coming straight out with the news was probably the best way to break it to her.
"When did you find out about it?" she asked visibly relieved that it wasn't anything really serious.
Puzzled, Cody stared at his wife. She didn't seem to be the least bit surprised. Maybe she was thinking of some other website -- like one from college.
"Today, I got an anonymous email," Cody answered.
"Okay," she said.
Confused by her response, Cody said, "You don't seem surprised."
"I'm not. She opened it about six month ago," Angie replied. "I kind of like it."
"What?"
"I think it is tastefully done," she said.
"What did you say?"
"She is a really pretty girl," Angie said.
"Excuse me?"
Seeing that his face was turning red, she asked, "What's the matter?"
"I don't think we're talking about the same website," Cody said.
He wondered if this was some sort of delirium brought on by excessive alcohol consumption. He had to be hallucinating this entire conversation. Real mothers didn't react like this to the news that their daughter was in the sex business.
"Her sex site, right?" Angie asked.
"Yes," Cody said.
"I've seen it," she said.
Wondering if they were talking about the same website, Cody said, "The website with all kinds of pictures of her engaged in sex with men, women, and masturbating with toys."
"Yes," she said. "That one."
"You knew about it?" Code asked.
"She told me all about it when she opened it. I thought it was rather ambitious of her," Angie said proudly.
"You thought turning into a whore was ambitious?" he asked incredulously.
He wondered if he really knew his wife. He couldn't believe she knew about this and didn't tell him. Even worse, she didn't seem to have a problem with what his daughter was doing. The pictures on that website had turned his stomach in disgust. He had never been so ashamed of his daughter.
"Don't call her a whore," she said. "She's an internet entrepreneur running an entertainment website."
"She's getting paid by people so that they can watch her have sex. That makes her a fucking whore," Cody said getting angry.
"She's a business woman and a very successful one. She'll make over a million dollars this year," she said.
"She's a fucking whore," Cody shouted.
"Calm down," Angie said, "I knew you'd get all bent out of shape over this. Don't worry. She'll make her money and then retire."
"Don't worry? Our daughter has turned into a whore and you tell me not worry? What kind of fucking mother are you?" Cody asked incredulously.
"I'm a good mother who supports her daughter."
Cody said, "I've got to know. Who is the lowlife scum who talked her into this?"
"No one. It was her own idea. Brilliant, wasn't it?"
Cody stared at his wife speechless. He didn't know what was worse, the fact that it was his daughter's idea and that there wasn't a skanky asshole boyfriend behind it all or his wife thinking it was brilliant. He had looked forward to killing the boyfriend.
"Who gave her the money to do this?"
"She used the tuition money you sent her last fall," Angie said.
He would have felt less pain in his stomach if someone had stabbed him with a blunt knife. The idea that she had used her tuition money to become a whore was almost too much to bear. He could feel his blood pressure shooting up a couple more points.
"How is she paying for her tuition?" Cody asked suspecting he knew the answer.
"She dropped out of college. Her business is taking all of her time," Angie answered.
"Kill me now, God. I beg of you, take me now," Cody said staring up at the ceiling.
"It is just a little website," Angie said.
"There's a picture of some bastard stuffing a monster cock into her asshole and you're telling me it is just a little website," Cody said.
"Yes. She isn't doing anything wrong," Angie said.
"You won't even let me touch your ass because you think it is nasty," Cody said incredulous at her attitude.
In point of fact, Angie was very conservative when it came to sex. She was satisfied with a little oral (him on her and not vice versa) and two sexual positions. Anything beyond that was met with a lot of resistance. The quickest and easiest way for him to assure a week without sex was to suggest that she give him a blowjob to completion – a sexual act that she deemed humiliating for women.
"I don't like that, but she doesn't seem to mind it."
"I don't fucking believe it," Cody said.
He sat there staring at the floor speechless. If she had seen the website then she was familiar with the pictures showing her daughter's face splattered with cum. Her calm acceptance of it bordered on the surreal.
Thinking he would shock her, he said, "There's a picture of some guy pissing in her mouth."
"There's a video of it, too."
"What?"
Angie said, "I'll admit that my first reaction was that it was a little extreme, but there are lots of guys out there who get off on water sports. She told me all about it. She picked up two hundred customers on that one video alone."
"Water sports?"
"You know ... urination," Angie said.
"I don't believe it," Cody said.
Angie said, "She's looking at getting into some of the harder fetishes. This week she's coming out with a video of her using a dildo on some guy."
"Get out. I don't know who you are. You turned our daughter into a whore."
This was the first thing he said that had truly shocked her. She had expected him to be a little upset when he found out about the website, but she couldn't believe he was blaming her. She couldn't believe he wanted her to leave.
"She's not a whore. She's a very successful business woman. She's going to earn more than a million dollars this year," Angie said.
"You're even are proud of it. I want you out of this house. Right now," Cody said glaring at his wife.
"Don't be ridiculous," she said.
"Now!"
Trying to calm him down, she said, "You're just a little upset. Everything will be better in the morning after you've had a chance to think about it."
"If you aren't out of this house in five fucking minutes I will kill you."
"You can't be serious," Angie said.
"I never want to see you again. I never want to see Liz again. You are both dead to me," Cody said in a low growl.
She started to argue, but a good look at him made her decide that a strategic retreat would be the best policy. The expression on his face scared Angie. She didn't think she had ever seen him look that angry. They had argued in the past, usually about how she was raising Liz, but she had never feared he would hit her. Looking at him now, she felt like he would really hurt her.
She got out of her chair and headed to the bedroom to pack a travel bag. She figured that an overnight bag would be sufficient. He would calm down after a while and she could return home where they could discuss the matter rationally. He'd see that Liz was doing okay.
Cody needed a release for his rage. He rose from his chair and walked over to the cabinet which held Angie's collection of porcelain collector plates. He picked it up and threw it across the room. Plates fell to the floor shattering into hundreds of little pieces. The cabinet hit the wall on the far end of the room making a substantial hole in it.
He stood there looking down at the mess on the floor.
"Working in a retail store was beneath her, but taking cocks up the ass for a living is just fine and dandy," Cody muttered. He stomped on an Elvis plate breaking it into a dozen pieces.
"That god damned woman is out of her fucking mind."
Angie came out of the bedroom carrying an overnight bag. She looked at the mess on the floor and exclaimed, "My collector plates!"
"Be glad it isn't your blood on the floor. I already put one man in the hospital today. I can put you there just as easily," Cody said through clenched teeth.
His face was red. The vein in his forehead was throbbing. His jaw muscles stood out. His hands were curled into fists. He stood over the shattered plates like a gorilla about to charge. He was breathing so heavy that it sounded like a bull snorting. Terrified, Angie scurried out of the house.
Alone at last, Cody remained in the middle of the living room for five minutes calming down. When his mind started working again, he took a moment to survey the damage he had wrought. He'd throw out the cabinet and plates, so that wasn't a big deal. The wall had to be fixed; that would take some time. There was long scratch on the wood floor. All in all, the damage wasn't that bad.
He went over to the phone and grabbed the yellow pages. It was time to call a locksmith and have the locks on the house changed. He knew he wasn't in shape to drive. Tomorrow he would get some boxes and pack up her stuff. She could collect it when he wasn't around.
Once he had made the call, he returned to the living room. Sitting down on the couch, he cried like a baby. It was the kind of full body crying jag that no man ever wanted another to witness. In one day he had lost everything that had been important to him.
An hour later the locksmith arrived. Wiping the tears from his eyes, Cody gave the man instructions to change all of the locks on the house. He didn't want his wife to ever return to the house. He knew he would kill her if she came back.
The locksmith had seen enough marriages in trouble to recognize the signs of a pending divorce. It wasn't his job to listen to the rants and ravings of an emotionally distraught person on the brink of a divorce. He was a locksmith and good at his trade. Without making a comment, he went to work.
Cody went to bed right after the locksmith finished his work. It had been a long emotion filled day and the drink had finally caught up with him. He fell asleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow.
In a hotel room across town, Angie was crying. She couldn't believe her husband had thrown her out of the house over something as trivial as their daughter's career choice. She couldn't understand his insistence that Liz had become a whore. With a little judicious investment, their daughter would be set up for life. She would have the kind of financial security that most women only dreamed about.
It was approaching nine before she finally called her daughter. They talked for nearly an hour. Both women hung up the phones feeling depressed. The conversation had merely confirmed Liz's opinion that she could never do right as far as her father was concerned. Angie was beginning to believe that her marriage to Cody was over. She had a feeling that he wasn't going to get over this.
At ten she turned on the television to watch the local news. Although Cody had hinted that he had put a man in the hospital that day, she had no idea what he had done earlier. Thus it was a shock when they played a tape of the events at the bar. Horrified, she watched the tape of Cody brutally assaulting one of the robbers. The violent man presented in the video didn't bear any resemblance to the man she had married. It dawned on her that she had been lucky to leave the house with her life.
She went to bed, but it was hours before she fell asleep.