"He stopped," Susan says. "He just abruptly said, 'Get dressed, you are no longer my sex slave.' And that was it.

"Well, it doesn't matter." I say. "We've got Dad right where we want him and can show Mom the video." Susan doesn't answer; she just leans her head back and looks in my eyes.

"Nick," she says very quietly in a tone that assures me I won't like what's coming next. Raising my eyebrows, I wait for her to continue. "I didn't want him to stop," she whispers.

"WHAT!" I scream. "You've got to be kidding me!" I push her over and jump off the bed. "After everything he's...