Joyce leaned back and started massaging my shoulders. I turned back toward her and said, “What’s with Angela? She’s obsessed with sex. You’d think she had been taken over by a teenage boy or something.”
Joyce giggled and said, “I know. She’s crazed. I walked in on her masturbating with a stuffed animal a few years ago. I didn’t think anything of it. It’s natural. I’m sure you masturbated a few times when you were a teenager.”
“Are you kidding? I swear that I set Guinness Book records,” I said.
Joyce giggled and continued, “I can picture that actually, now that I’ve finally seen your cock. I used to fanaticize that Robert was you when we’d have sex at least until he put his dick in me. He was a terrible fuck.” She paused a moment and continued, “But I’m getting off on a tangent. Angela and I had a talk about sex. It was a painful talk. She just rolled her eyes at me professing to know everything there was to know about sex, just like every teenager. I gave her my battery powered ‘friend’ to try and I never got it back. I’d come awake in the middle of the night to the high pitched whine of that dildo.” She giggled with a memory and continued, “Robert would wake up too and ask me what the fuck that noise was. What a brainless idiot he was. You know he hasn’t seen or spoken to Angela since she graduated from high school two years ago. She never asks about him. He’s remarried now to that twenty-five year old bimbo of a secretary. I hope she’s enjoying his passionless love making and his tiny dick.”
She was really digging her fingers into my shoulders as her obvious anger rose. I rolled my shoulders away from her and she stopped. “Sorry Jack. I hate thinking about him as much as you hate thinking about Anna.” She resumed her massage at a much softer level.
“I love thinking about Anna. Every day I’ll see something that brings back fond memories,” I said.
Joyce paused to see if I would continue and then said, “I know. But the bad memory is always there isn’t it?”
Tears formed in my eyes. I fought them off but they broke free and ran down my cheek to my chin. I turned back to the front so she wouldn’t see. “Can we talk about something else? How are your parents?”
“Like you care Jack? Come on. I know you didn’t get along with either of them. You correctly assessed their character on that first night at the dinner table when Dad sent Frankie to her room because she had makeup on.” Joyce giggled at that memory. “Frankie’s never forgot that or the kind words you gave her when you left. And Mom? I was dumbstruck when she accused you of being responsible for Anna’s death.”
