Generational Sins by Samantha Blair Page A

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    "Dad!" I said as warmly as I could, stepping up onto the stone patio. "What a pleasant surprise."
    "You too, son," he replied. "I had no idea that you would bring Kat here. You can imagine my shock when I saw her sunning on the patio."
    "Yes, I'm very sorry. I should have called to say that we were coming."
    I wondered what they had talked about. Did he ask her if she had been here before? How would she have responded? We were pretending, the other night at dinner, that we had only known each other for a short while, when in reality we'd been together nearly six years. This could get complicated very quickly.
    Kat saved me with her quick thinking.
    "I was just telling your father how lovely I thought the house was. I'm glad you finally decided to bring me here. It's even prettier than you described."
    Thank you Kat! She had told him this was her first time here. That was good.
    I looked at my father. He was frowning at Kat. He had a “speak only when spoken to” type of attitude about women, and he thought her addition to the conversation was inappropriate.
    "I thought Kat should become better acquainted with our properties," I said directly to my father, ignoring my wife completely. I was telling him in so many words that I had brought Kat here as part of her initiation into our family. I was showing her what would be hers when she became my wife. This was a concept that my father understood. He thought that impressing women with money would bind them more strongly to me. He never did understand relationships.
    "Of course," he replied. "I am looking forward to spending more time with you both. Your mother is in the kitchen. Go and say hello to her while I finish my discussion with Kat."
    My feet were frozen to the stones below them. I couldn't leave her alone with him. We had to get out of here.
    "Why don't we all go together? I'm sure Mother would like to say hello to Kat as well."
    My father gave me a stern look that clearly told me that I was not to question his judgment, but I was once again saved, this time by my mother.
    "David, darling," she said, stepping out onto the patio. "I thought I heard you come up. Kat said you'd gone for a run."
    "Yes. I had a lovely jog up to the overlook."
    "Would anyone like some iced tea? I've just made a pitcher."
    Kat responded, "I'd love some. I'll come in with you."
    She stood and grabbed her jacket from where it was draped over the patio wall. She hid herself from my father's gaze with it and then joined Ellen in the kitchen.
    When they were safely out of earshot my father turned back to me. "She has lovely skin," he said. "I'll bet she bruises easily."
    She was wearing a light dress, one I had always liked. When it had pulled up behind her as she stood, he’d been able to see the backs of her thighs. He was telling me that he had noticed her lack of bruising. When I had flogged Kat last night I hadn't hit her hard enough to leave marks. He expected her to bear my marks at all times. I didn't have a good answer for him. I needed to think quickly if I was going to get out of this.
    "She had to have a physical yesterday," I lied. "The start of the school year they drug test and do a basic health screening on all of the teachers. It would have been unwise to attract attention."
    He seemed to buy that excuse. "I hate it when those types of things are necessary. It's no one else’s business what you do in your own home. I'm sure you'll be eager to rectify that situation today. Did you bring her here for the added privacy?"
    My father thought that I lived in campus housing. He paid for a dorm-style living arrangement for me that I never used. I kept a few things there for when they would visit me at school, just in case they ever checked, which they never did. He did not know that Kat lived with me off campus. He thought that I had neighbors. He thought that I brought her here so that no one would hear her scream. What a sick fuck. Only he would think of that.
    "I brought her