C4 antho - Chamber Four

The Naturalists ~125~
cranny. And I mean every nook and cranny, people. Never
can be too safe. If you don’t believe me, go take a look at Carl
Danby’s backside. The man’s a lobster, folks. Full-fledged
crustacean.”
Dad groaned, stumbling from his bed in full pajamas. He
pulled off his shirt, his pants and started out the door.
“Come on, Frankie, rise and shine,” he called. “It’s time
to get undressed...”
Most days Aimee, Vicki and I would shoot baskets beside
the shuffleboard courts.
“So what? Is Damien Markus like your stepdad or something?”
Aimee asked, taking a jumper. The ball thunked off
the rim, shot to the left.
“I don’t know. I guess,” I shrugged, retrieving it. “I mean,
I’m not sure if they’re married yet.”
“But if they are...then he’s your stepdad. I mean, that’s
what it would mean,” Vicki clarified.
I nodded, going in for the lay-up.
The rim rejected me.
“Man,” Aimee joked. “Seeing as Damien Markus is your
stepfather and all, I figured you’d be a better baller.”
“Yeah, well, you have to remember that guy is my biological
father,” I explained, nodding to Dad off in the distance,
waggling his erection at people like a divining rod.
“Maybe it’s some kind of abnormality,” Vicki suggested,
eyeing it from afar. “Maybe he has too much...Viagra in his
diet.”
“Nah,” Aimee shrugged. “They’re always like that at first,
overly friendly. For the first month or so, my Dad was just
constantly...it was just constant.”
I nodded.