“That can’t be true! That’s a lie! The Mannings are good people!”
“Yup, Heather seduced her son and they fuck whenever they can now.”
“No, no, no, no!!!!” Angela was starting to bawl uncontrollably. “You made that up, you made that up. You just want to justify fucking a young boy.”
Juliet laughed hysterically at her daughter’s wrenching pain. “Let me text Heather to call me when she can.”
Just a few minutes later, Juliet’s phone rang.
“Can I put you on speaker? Good. So Heather, what’s up with you and Brian?”
“I’m having sex with him. We had sex this morning before work. We’ve been having sex for over a year and it’s been great.”
“Thank you, Heather. Have a good day.”
“No problem, babe.”
Angela looked like she was about to vomit. She began threatening to blackmail Heather and Juliet, to tell the whole world about their secret.
Juliet just laughed. “Do you think anyone would ever believe you? Saying that a pillar of the community like Heather Manning is having sex with her own son? That your mother is banging a college boy? Ha! As if!”
She continued, noticing that Angela was starting to cry again.
“People will think you’re nuts, that you’re deranged. After all, you’re the one who has spent time in treatment for your little pill problem! You’re the one who keeps getting picked up for shoplifting. People will think that you are just angry that Brian won’t go out with you. Another jealous girl like all the rest.”
Angela looked completely devastated.
“If you try any of that shit, do you know what I’ll do? I’ll cut you off. Next time you take your five-finger discount and get caught, I won’t talk to the police. You’ll see how much you like being in jail for a night — or more. That car is in my name — I’ll take it back. Maybe I’ll sell it so you can’t ever use it. And I’m sick of paying for you to get straight C’s. Hell, you would be doing worse if you hadn’t blown half your professors. Don’t think I didn’t know. You can take the bus to the community college and finish your degree there. Fuck, if you don’t straighten up, I’ll put you on the Greyhound to a place where someone gives a shit.”
Angela was bawling. “Please, please, please, Mom. I’m so sorry. I won’t say anything to anybody. Please don’t stop loving me. I’ll just die. I’ll be a good girl.”
Juliet suddenly felt a wave of compassion for her ungrateful daughter. She hugged her and gave her a kiss on the forehead. “There, there, honey. Mama will always love her baby girl.”
Angela sniffled. “I love you so much, Mommy. I’ll do anything to make you happy.”
A devilish thought crossed Juliet’s mind. “I know what you can do, sweetie pie.”
“What?”
“Well, you’re in a sorority, you should know how… I’m sure you know what I mean.”
Angela just nodded.
“You do?”
“I do, Mommy.”
Juliet stuck her right index finger under her jeans and panties. She produced it wet with her nectar. She stuck it into her daughter’s mouth.