“Let me see those,” Tonya said angrily and snatched the pictures out of
Sharon’s hand, and fanned through them, her mouth gaping wider as she
moved from picture to picture of Howie Fairbanks, hands cuffed behind
his back, ball gag in his mouth, head thrown back in obvious pleasure,
being sexually mauled and liking it. Where was the boy, in a closet?
How appropriate.

“Where the ***** did these come from?” Tonya interjected, seeing that
Dana was too horrified to even speak at the moment. This was her wife,
and no one, not even her mother, was going to berate her wife that way.

“From our WEBSITE!” Sharon screamed. “Someone hacked our site and put them up this morning. Do you have any idea what this.”

“Mom,” Dana tried to interrupt, but it was futile.

“this is going to RUIN meeverything I’ve worked forevery–” Sharon
lamented, not thinking of Dana, not thinking of her father or much less
of poor Howie, just herself.

“MOM!” Dana put her hands on her mother’s shoulders and shook hard.
Sharon’s head snapped back on her shoulders. “Don’t you think you ought
to be worried about Howie? Does he know about this?” Dana yelled, very
angry about how her mother was acting.

“Oh, yes indeed he does, young lady! How do you think I found out where this happened?” Sharon asked, and Dana groaned.

“Ohhhhh,” Tonya recalled the young woman who hauled Howie off at the
reception. It WAS a closet after all, Tonya tried not to snicker.

“At least he had the decency to be ashamed of what he’s done.
Embarrassing me this way.” Shane cried, taking a tissue from her purse
and dabbing at her eyes, making Dana throw her hands up and scoffing.

“Ashamed? Why should HE be ashamed because YOU’RE embarrassed. Good
god, mother! For once, can you just think of someone besides yourself?”
Dana growled, stomping her foot and putting her hands to her hips.
Tonya smiled, liking this Dana. She was a turn on for sure.

“Pervert!” Sharon screamed and slapped Dana hard enough to mark her
face. “You have no shame at all! You stay away from us, understand? All
of us! Especially Howie!” Sharon yelled, and Dana held her cheek, tears
spilling down her face.

Sharon pivoted and stormed down the walkway and climbed into the
waiting car. Dana’s father shot her a grim tight-lipped look, patted
his wife’s hand, and pulled away from the curb.