said anything to hurt him.
Simon cocked his hand back and slapped her across the face, hard. He took her arm again and dragged her to the door, opened it, and shoved her out. Cassandra collapsed to the floor, a sobbing mess.
Inside the suite, Simon returned to the couch. A smile touched his lips and he began to chuckle. He shook his head at the ridiculousness of that stupid spic. "Please Señor, I need your dick or I might die!" His chuckles became a fit of laughter.
Chapter 5
Tim Carter rolled his chair up to the dining room table. Daphne was home in time for dinner, for once, and even Sarah had made it a point to eat with her parents. The spread consisted of rosemary chicken, garlic smashed baby red potatoes, and candied carrots.
"Tim, why don't you wear the prosthetics?" Daphne asked.
She didn't want to be that kind of wife, a nagger, but they'd spent a small fortune on prosthetic legs for Tim. While he used a wheelchair, Tim was not paralyzed. He'd lost the lower part of both of his legs in the accident with the texting driver. Both legs had been severed just below the knee.
"Because I don't want to wear the prosthetics. It’s too difficult to stand and walk, let alone transition from standing to sitting and back to standing. And they itch!"
"Maybe if you practiced like the PT lady said..." Daphne trailed off.
"If you ever lose your legs, feel free to use them all you want," Tim said, his voice dripping with venom.
"Guys, come on. I never get to see you two at the same time. Can't we have a nice supper together?" Sarah said.
"Sorry, honey," Tim said. He looked at his daughter and smiled.
"Me, too," Daphne said. She was looking at Tim. He caught the look and nodded once, his way of saying he understood all she'd meant with the two words.
"I've been talking to Simon Simmons. You know, the psychic guy at Camelot?"
Sarah held her breath.
Tim nodded at Daphne and said, "What about?"
"Trying to get him to come over to Versailles. Numbers have been dismal. I'm trying to turn it around before I'm out of work."
"The CFO doesn't usually do that kind of thing, do they?" Tim asked.
"Not usually, no. But, like I said, I need to do something. "
"What's the matter, Sarah?" Tim asked. She looked a little pale, like she was holding something in.
"Nothing," she replied.
Tim shrugged. If he lost his shit every time his daughter had a problem, he'd have gone insane long ago. The hint of a smile touched his lips. Sarah preferred to handle her own problems, just like her mother.
What would happen with Daphne, Tim wondered. He watched her take a bite of chicken and close her eyes, savoring the flavor. They were going through a rough patch. Maybe it was the stress of the CFO position. And if things weren't going well, that could explain why she was often gone and moody when she was home.
For all Daphne's time away from home, Tim had never once considered that she might be cheating on him. Many men would have thought that, but he knew his wife. She wasn't the cheating kind. Not at all. Sometimes she seemed like the knights of old, adhering to a stringent code of conduct.
"What?" Daphne asked. Tim had been staring. She smiled at him.
He smiled back. "Nothing. Just thinking."
*****
At the end of the second week of their tenure at the Texas State Fair, Zach and Walter received a visit from Mr. Snider.
"You're drawing decent crowds," Snider said.
"Pretty good," Walter agreed. "We have people standing around the edges now."
"You boys want a bigger stage?" Snider asked.
"We would. But we're clearing out of here tomorrow. I appreciate the opportunity and all but we're headed to Las Vegas," Walter said.
"Vegas, huh? Quite a town," Snider said. "What's bringing you out there?"
"Girlfriend's daughter has an audition."
Zack smirked. In all the time he'd spent with Cayte, the audition had come up once, only once. He doubted that part was true. But a trip to Las Vegas meant spending a lot of time with Cayte, and Walter
Simon cocked his hand back and slapped her across the face, hard. He took her arm again and dragged her to the door, opened it, and shoved her out. Cassandra collapsed to the floor, a sobbing mess.
Inside the suite, Simon returned to the couch. A smile touched his lips and he began to chuckle. He shook his head at the ridiculousness of that stupid spic. "Please Señor, I need your dick or I might die!" His chuckles became a fit of laughter.
Chapter 5
Tim Carter rolled his chair up to the dining room table. Daphne was home in time for dinner, for once, and even Sarah had made it a point to eat with her parents. The spread consisted of rosemary chicken, garlic smashed baby red potatoes, and candied carrots.
"Tim, why don't you wear the prosthetics?" Daphne asked.
She didn't want to be that kind of wife, a nagger, but they'd spent a small fortune on prosthetic legs for Tim. While he used a wheelchair, Tim was not paralyzed. He'd lost the lower part of both of his legs in the accident with the texting driver. Both legs had been severed just below the knee.
"Because I don't want to wear the prosthetics. It’s too difficult to stand and walk, let alone transition from standing to sitting and back to standing. And they itch!"
"Maybe if you practiced like the PT lady said..." Daphne trailed off.
"If you ever lose your legs, feel free to use them all you want," Tim said, his voice dripping with venom.
"Guys, come on. I never get to see you two at the same time. Can't we have a nice supper together?" Sarah said.
"Sorry, honey," Tim said. He looked at his daughter and smiled.
"Me, too," Daphne said. She was looking at Tim. He caught the look and nodded once, his way of saying he understood all she'd meant with the two words.
"I've been talking to Simon Simmons. You know, the psychic guy at Camelot?"
Sarah held her breath.
Tim nodded at Daphne and said, "What about?"
"Trying to get him to come over to Versailles. Numbers have been dismal. I'm trying to turn it around before I'm out of work."
"The CFO doesn't usually do that kind of thing, do they?" Tim asked.
"Not usually, no. But, like I said, I need to do something. "
"What's the matter, Sarah?" Tim asked. She looked a little pale, like she was holding something in.
"Nothing," she replied.
Tim shrugged. If he lost his shit every time his daughter had a problem, he'd have gone insane long ago. The hint of a smile touched his lips. Sarah preferred to handle her own problems, just like her mother.
What would happen with Daphne, Tim wondered. He watched her take a bite of chicken and close her eyes, savoring the flavor. They were going through a rough patch. Maybe it was the stress of the CFO position. And if things weren't going well, that could explain why she was often gone and moody when she was home.
For all Daphne's time away from home, Tim had never once considered that she might be cheating on him. Many men would have thought that, but he knew his wife. She wasn't the cheating kind. Not at all. Sometimes she seemed like the knights of old, adhering to a stringent code of conduct.
"What?" Daphne asked. Tim had been staring. She smiled at him.
He smiled back. "Nothing. Just thinking."
*****
At the end of the second week of their tenure at the Texas State Fair, Zach and Walter received a visit from Mr. Snider.
"You're drawing decent crowds," Snider said.
"Pretty good," Walter agreed. "We have people standing around the edges now."
"You boys want a bigger stage?" Snider asked.
"We would. But we're clearing out of here tomorrow. I appreciate the opportunity and all but we're headed to Las Vegas," Walter said.
"Vegas, huh? Quite a town," Snider said. "What's bringing you out there?"
"Girlfriend's daughter has an audition."
Zack smirked. In all the time he'd spent with Cayte, the audition had come up once, only once. He doubted that part was true. But a trip to Las Vegas meant spending a lot of time with Cayte, and Walter
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