There, sitting at the breakfast table was a young man, naked, familiar, smiling, but somehow Don knew that this man was dangerous. Kneeling between his legs was a naked woman, her head bobbing up and down, obviously sucking his cock, through none of that was visible... again, she looked familiar, but, given the circumstances, he could hardly recognize some slut servicing one of Ronnie's friends.

The boy looked up, the girl, woman, did not. The boy waved and said something that sounded like "Hi Dad" in a voice that sounded like Ronnie's, but it could not have been Ronnie for god knows how many thousands of reasons.

"What... what is..."...