Remembering Father’s Mistress in Her New Collar
he couldn’t rubberneck around- “Walk backwards toward me.”
- a disgraced exotic beauty contestant is the best kind of exotic beauty contestant
- mere will-o-the-wisps of the imagination
- I’ll tell you a story about the joker and the thief
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Remembering Father’s mistress in her new collar was almost as bad as experiencing my present day reality. In that memory he turned to me and said that the best part about the collar was that when she was wearing it she couldn’t rubberneck around.
Turning his attention back to the woman he said, “Walk backwards toward me.”
While she did that he winked at me, and imparted what he considered to be paternal wisdom: “Never forget, son, a disgraced exotic beauty contestant is the best kind of exotic beauty contestant.”
But the collared beauty queen and that younger version of my father were mere will-o-the-wisps of the imagination, memories of a childhood that seemed idyllic now in light of my current sordid surroundings.
From the black velvet bed, my father called my name. When I reflexively looked at him, he met my eye and said, “I’ll tell you a story about the joker and the thief.”
I was stunned. Those were the affectionate pet names he used for John and Tessa. Was he going to actually pass along useful covert intelligence? Even though I had finally found the exit from the black velvet nightmare, I dared not leave before hearing what he had to say.
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