number.
“Hello, Alan Martin.”
“Alan, it’s your dad.”
“Hey, there.” Tension eased from his shoulders as he perched on the edge of the desk. “What’s up?”
“You’re not going to believe this, but I had a near hysterical call from
Victoria
early this morning. Did something happen between the two of you? She swears that you’re gay. And she’s threatening to cause problems at the next social event she attends with your mother.”
Alan almost slipped off the edge of the desk. “Shit, I never thought she’d go that far.”
“You knew about this?”
“She’s trying to get some measure of revenge, Dad. I’m not gay. In fact, I’ve got a date tonight with a very attractive woman.
Victoria
’s just pissed at me.”
“Revenge for what? Did you two get into a fight? She’s a strong-willed woman, Alan. I would have thought you’d have learned that much about her in the time you two have been going out.”
“Dad, I wouldn’t call the occasional coffee and
Victoria
calling me three times a day our ‘going out’.”
“So are you going to tell me just what has her so upset?”
Great, why couldn’t his dad focus on the good side of the conversation, like the date? “She’s upset because I wouldn’t have sex with her.”
“Because you -- hold on. Did you just say you had a date for tonight?”
“Yes.” Good, now he was catching on. Just as well. For one terrible moment he’d thought he might have to go back over the entire situation with
Victoria
. “I have a date tonight with a lovely woman I met today. I’m picking her up around eight. If everything works out I’d like to bring her to the party on Friday.”
Would she go with him? Maybe not, but at least he could ask, if it all worked out between them.
“Is she someone I know?”
“No, Dad. No one you know. At least I don’t think she is. Oh, something did come up as well; we have a lead on the people who might be behind the problems we’ve been dealing with of late. I’m going to look into it further, but I think we might be on to something here.”
“All right, I leave that in your capable hands. But tell me how the date goes, please? I’m not trying to interfere, I just want to see you happy.”
“Sure, Dad. Catch up with you later. I have a few things I need to take care of before I head out tonight.”
“Okay, just let me know how it goes tomorrow morning.”
Alan smiled and settled the receiver back down on the cradle. At least his day had ended with some good news. Now if only he could find out a little more about that damn blogger ring before things grew completely out of hand.
He glanced back at the work that had piled up on his desk before he reached for the phone a second time. He had a meeting to reschedule, a warning to send down to the main desk in case
Victoria
decided to try a new stunt, and a dinner date to arrange.
When was the last time he’d actually been out on a date, a real one? Not one pushed onto him by his father?
That was something he’d never understand. His dad, a man who backed down to his mother all the time, then pushed and shoved his way into his son’s life. Was he trying to regain some level of control?
Alan sat there, the phone in one hand, his mind racing. What if his parents had the type of relationship he’d started to look for himself? One where his mum was in charge? The thought should have left him feeling uncomfortable, but the more he mused over the idea, the more it made sense. He’d not seen any overt signs of it, growing up. No whips, chains, or paddles, but there had always been that odd power dynamic between them. The way his mum only had to look at his dad to end a conversation…
He’d always known she was a strong woman, but just how far did it go?
Did they take it into the bedroom?
Alan shuddered. No matter how open minded he was , the one thing he didn’t need to think about was just what his parents got up to behind closed doors.
* * * *
“Hello, Alan Martin.”
“Alan, it’s your dad.”
“Hey, there.” Tension eased from his shoulders as he perched on the edge of the desk. “What’s up?”
“You’re not going to believe this, but I had a near hysterical call from
Victoria
early this morning. Did something happen between the two of you? She swears that you’re gay. And she’s threatening to cause problems at the next social event she attends with your mother.”
Alan almost slipped off the edge of the desk. “Shit, I never thought she’d go that far.”
“You knew about this?”
“She’s trying to get some measure of revenge, Dad. I’m not gay. In fact, I’ve got a date tonight with a very attractive woman.
Victoria
’s just pissed at me.”
“Revenge for what? Did you two get into a fight? She’s a strong-willed woman, Alan. I would have thought you’d have learned that much about her in the time you two have been going out.”
“Dad, I wouldn’t call the occasional coffee and
Victoria
calling me three times a day our ‘going out’.”
“So are you going to tell me just what has her so upset?”
Great, why couldn’t his dad focus on the good side of the conversation, like the date? “She’s upset because I wouldn’t have sex with her.”
“Because you -- hold on. Did you just say you had a date for tonight?”
“Yes.” Good, now he was catching on. Just as well. For one terrible moment he’d thought he might have to go back over the entire situation with
Victoria
. “I have a date tonight with a lovely woman I met today. I’m picking her up around eight. If everything works out I’d like to bring her to the party on Friday.”
Would she go with him? Maybe not, but at least he could ask, if it all worked out between them.
“Is she someone I know?”
“No, Dad. No one you know. At least I don’t think she is. Oh, something did come up as well; we have a lead on the people who might be behind the problems we’ve been dealing with of late. I’m going to look into it further, but I think we might be on to something here.”
“All right, I leave that in your capable hands. But tell me how the date goes, please? I’m not trying to interfere, I just want to see you happy.”
“Sure, Dad. Catch up with you later. I have a few things I need to take care of before I head out tonight.”
“Okay, just let me know how it goes tomorrow morning.”
Alan smiled and settled the receiver back down on the cradle. At least his day had ended with some good news. Now if only he could find out a little more about that damn blogger ring before things grew completely out of hand.
He glanced back at the work that had piled up on his desk before he reached for the phone a second time. He had a meeting to reschedule, a warning to send down to the main desk in case
Victoria
decided to try a new stunt, and a dinner date to arrange.
When was the last time he’d actually been out on a date, a real one? Not one pushed onto him by his father?
That was something he’d never understand. His dad, a man who backed down to his mother all the time, then pushed and shoved his way into his son’s life. Was he trying to regain some level of control?
Alan sat there, the phone in one hand, his mind racing. What if his parents had the type of relationship he’d started to look for himself? One where his mum was in charge? The thought should have left him feeling uncomfortable, but the more he mused over the idea, the more it made sense. He’d not seen any overt signs of it, growing up. No whips, chains, or paddles, but there had always been that odd power dynamic between them. The way his mum only had to look at his dad to end a conversation…
He’d always known she was a strong woman, but just how far did it go?
Did they take it into the bedroom?
Alan shuddered. No matter how open minded he was , the one thing he didn’t need to think about was just what his parents got up to behind closed doors.
* * * *
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