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interview. And all I could do was sit there and kick Mim under the table every time she started to say anything remotely resembling my grandson, which of course she did about ten million times. So the fact is, Mel knows now that something is up. She has no idea what, of course. She thinks it's that Mim is in love with me. She thinks I should go for it, since a rich old bat like Mim could pay off all my credit cards. Although she warned me that all of Genevieve Trent's eight kids ended up in communes (Uncle Charles, Aunt Sara, and Aunt Elaine) or jail (Uncle Peter, Uncle Joe, and Dad). She neglected to mention the suicides, Aunt Claire and Uncle Frank. Further proof that Gramps was right to bribe the coroner. What fine stock we come from, don't we, Jason? Stacy, you should take the girls and run, run far away, now while you still can. So what do I do? Tell her? Or continue lying my head off? Could one of you please just shoot me? J To: John Trent From: Jason Trent Subject: Tell her Just tell her. Please. I'm begging you. I'm not sure how much more of this I can take. Jason To: John Trent From: Stacy Trent Subject: Don't tell her until after you've had sex with her. I'm serious. Because if you're good enough in bed, she won't care. I know I have sex on the brain, and it's up to you, of course, but that's how I'd handle it. Stacy To: Stacy Trent From: John Trent Subject: Oh, okay, thanks Oh, I should just sleep with her. Oh, of course. Why didn't I think of that?
IS THERE SOMETHING WRONG WITH YOU???? I mean, besides the fact that you're married to my brother. Don't you remember what it was like to be single? You couldn't just sleep with somebody. I mean, yeah, you could, but it never worked out. I WANT THIS TO WORK OUT. That's why it's important that BEFORE we sleep together, we establish a warm and loving friendship. Right? I mean, isn't that what Oprah's always saying? J To: John Trent From: Stacy Trent Subject: But don't you think you've established a warm and loving relationship? I mean, you brought her ice cream and did her dishes, for God's sake. The girl owes you. She'll put out, don't worry. S To: Stacy Trent From: John Trent Subject: Excuse me, but Is that the spawn of Satan gestating within you, or my nephew? What is wrong with you? She'll put out, don't worry. Nobody puts out because you bring them ice cream. If that were true, those guys who drive the Mr. Softee trucks.... Well, you get my drift. No, I want to do this right. But the sad fact of the matter is that every woman I've ever gone out with has always had one eye on my wallet--and we're talking mostly women Mim fixed me up with, the creme de la creme of New York society, who you would think had plenty of money in their own Schwab accounts--so getting them into my bed was never a difficulty. Usually it was trying to get them out of it that was the problem. Mel, however, is not exactly what you'd call the falling-into-bed type. In fact, she's pretty shy. I don't know what I'm going to do. I was serious about the shooting thing, you know. I really wouldn't mind a bullet between the eyes, if it was all over quickly, and Mel didn't have to end up walking Paco again. John To: John Trent From: Stacy Trent
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interview. And all I could do was sit there and kick Mim under the table every time she started<br />
to say anything remotely resembling my grandson, which of course she did about ten million<br />
times.<br />
So the fact is, Mel knows now that something is up. She has no idea what, of course. She<br />
thinks it's that Mim is in love with me. She thinks I should go for it, since a rich old bat<br />
like Mim could pay off all my credit cards. Although she warned me that all of Genevieve<br />
Trent's eight kids ended up in communes (Uncle Charles, Aunt Sara, and Aunt Elaine) or<br />
jail (Uncle Peter, Uncle Joe, and Dad). She neglected to mention the suicides, Aunt Claire<br />
and Uncle Frank. Further proof that Gramps was right to bribe the coroner.<br />
What fine stock we come from, don't we, Jason? Stacy, you should take the girls and run,<br />
run far away, now while you still can. So what do I do? Tell her? Or continue lying my head off?<br />
Could one of you please just shoot me?<br />
J<br />
To: John Trent <br />
From: Jason Trent <br />
Subject: Tell her<br />
Just tell her. Please. I'm begging you. I'm not sure how much more of this I can take.<br />
Jason<br />
To: John Trent <br />
From: Stacy Trent <br />
Subject: Don't tell her<br />
until after you've had sex with her. I'm serious. Because if you're good enough in bed,<br />
she won't care. I know I have sex on the brain, and it's up to you, of course, but that's<br />
how I'd handle it.<br />
Stacy<br />
To: Stacy Trent <br />
From: John Trent <br />
Subject: Oh, okay, thanks<br />
Oh, I should just sleep with her. Oh, of course. Why didn't I think of that?