Liz sighed audibly. He heard the light squeak of the bedspring when she pushed back with her feet on the floor. He didn't like this blackmailing sort of thing, getting her into bed by threatening a confrontation with his father, which was what it amounted to, but it seemed the only way to prove to her what was for her own good. He could see that her beloved female body was aching to let him fuck it. He knew by the way her green eyes glazed over when she looked at his hotly throbbing prick almost beckoning her to suck it and to let him skewer it up into her warm little belly. He imagined that Natalie had not had nearly as much difficulty with his father, who needed little coaxing to leap into bed with practically any desirable woman.

They had planned their seductions together. They had not been with the elder Rouelle's long when they realized that the love in the house was fast freezing solid and at this point needed a couple of hardy young blow torches to get thawed out. Natalie and Kevin decided that since they were the only blow torches handy and willing to rectify the situation, there was no choice about what they would do. Obviously, no other man would be bothered with the battle it would take to batter down his mother's defenses, Kevin had argued. Because he really wanted her, he might have been prejudiced. On the other hand, he was very likely right, as well.

Liz caught the ominous tone in his voice about confronting his father. Oh, God, she didn't want that. Somehow, she knew that filling Tom with guilt was not the way to win him back. Who believes for long in his own guilt? Liz was sure that to confront Tom was a sure way to lose him completely!

"I-I'm beginning to see your point," she said and stood up from the bed. "But I'm so upset, Kevin. Can't we have a cold drink?" They had been drinking the scotch without ice the past couple of drinks.