14 comments/ 122700 views/ 10 favorites Breaking the Family Ch. 01 By: JimBob44 *Author's Note: This is an edited version of 'Breaking the Family 01.' This was the first story that I submitted to Literotica and have decided to reformat it to make it more readable. I will not be changing the ending of the story, despite the fact that everyone that has read it has hated it. So, if you didn't like the ending of this series the first time, do not bother reading it a second time. * Anthony 'Tony' Clark would never forget the day he met Anna Scanduro; she was stunning. She was very short; five feet and one inch, but her body was voluptuous. She wore a thirty-two D bra and her hips flared out to thirty inches. A twenty-five inch waist separated top and bottom. He smiled as she complained about not being able to find any clothes that fit. He smiled because whatever she put on, she made it look gorgeous. He loved her honey blonde hair and hazel eyes and pixie like face and mischievous smile. Tony Clark would never forget the day he was told by Anna Clark that she wanted him to pack his things and leave her home; she had found herself a 'real man.' Her pixie face was twisted into a haughty smile, a smile that did not reach her hard, hateful eyes. **** Tony Clark was an Accounts manager for Eagan Equipment, a sales and leasing firm for heavy equipment. Needed to buy a crane? Eagan was the place. Needed a backhoe for a week? Eagan was the place. Dan Scanduro called the Houston office and Tony Clark took the three-hour drive from Houston, Texas to DeGarde, Louisiana. Anna was in the office, trying to persuade her father that her latest car accident wasn't really her fault and she didn't know where the fifth of whiskey that the cops found came from. "I'm only nineteen, Dada, where would I get a fifth of whiskey?" she said in her little girl voice. "You tell me," he barked and scowled darkly at the tall, good-looking man that politely rapped on the doorjamb. "What?" "Tony Clark, from Eagan," Tony politely said. "And if I needed any thing from Eagan, I'd call them," Dan snarled and prepared to slam the door on the intruding salesperson. "But you did call us," Tony said, losing his smile and tearing his eyes away from the incredible looking girl. "I mean, someone did. About a pile driver?" "Eagan Equipment?" Dan asked. "Yeah, Eagan Equipment," Tony agreed and stepped into the office. "Well, where the fuck is it?" Dan asked as he glanced out of the window. "First things first," Tony said easily as he pulled some papers from his briefcase. "Aw, Jesus, I don't have time for this fucking shit!" Dan barked. "I need that fucking pile driver here now." "Gee, might want to make time for this shit," Tony said and spread the papers out on the desk. "Nothing leaves our lot until this paperwork is done." "Bye bye, Dada," Anna said. Dan's eyes narrowed into slits, as Tony made no attempt to hide his attention to Anna's departure. She was wearing those damned shorts he'd told her to throw away; they were too short. A tube top covered her very well enveloped chest. For the sake of decency, she wore a Scandurro Construction shirts over the tube top, unbuttoned. "That's my daughter," Dan finally growled. "And a very attractive young lady she is," Tony said easily and handed Dan the first of the five sheaf's of paper. Forty minutes later, Tony faxed the last of the paperwork and Eagan released the pile driver and began the laborious task of transporting it to DeGarde. Anna smiled and waved at Tony as she drove off the lot in one of Dan's three quarter ton trucks; she'd had to wait until one of the crews returned with it. He almost laughed as Dan ran out of the office, waving his arms and trying to flag Anna down. "God damn it!" Dan bellowed. "Anna! Bring that truck back right now!" "God a radio in that truck?" Tony asked. "Good fucking idea," Dan snarled and ran back to the office. "Young lady bring that truck back this instant!" Dan screamed into the radio. "You do not have a driver's license thanks to that little accident of yours!" "But Dada, how am I supposed to get around?" Anna cheerfully said into the handset. **** Two weeks later Dan scowled as Tony graced his doorway again. "I got to fill this shit out every fucking time I need something?" he snapped. "No, if you took the time to fill this out on-line, or applied for a permanent line of credit, we could side step this whole process," Tony reminded him. Anna was smoking a cigarette as she leaned against Tony's car. "Hi," she smiled as he approached her. "Hey, um, I, sorry, don't know your name," he said. "Anna. Anna Scandurro," she said and flicked the cigarette toward the street. "Shouldn't smoke," he teased. "It'll stunt your growth." "That's what everybody tells me," she shrugged. "Tony Clark," he said. "Uh huh, I know," she said. "I was here the last time you stopped by." "Yep," he agreed. There was an awkward silence. She looked toward the street again and huffed in impatience. "Um, I'm sure my car door doesn't mind, but would you get your ass off of it so I can get in?" he smiled. "Oh?" she smiled playfully. "But where should I put my ass instead?" "Come on now," he smiled despite his blush. "A smart girl like you should be able to figure out a place or two." "Finally, about fucking time," Anna snapped as a luxury sedan backed into the drive, wheels crunching on the clamshell driveway. Tony looked at the driver, a scrawny, pimple-faced youth. She looked over her shoulder at him, smiled that mischievous little smile of hers, and then kissed the young man in greeting. "Lucky fucking bastard," Tony muttered and got into his car. He learned that the pimple faced kid was her fiancé', Paul Gimmeli, son of DeGarde National Bank's CEO and President. Dan was only too happy to inform him of the upcoming nuptials between the two most powerful and influential families in DeGarde. Nothing was built in DeGarde Louisiana unless Scanduro Construction built it. No real estate was sold in DeGarde Louisiana unless Scanduro Realtors sold it. No apartment or rental home was leased or rented unless Scanduro Property Management leased or rented it. No car or home or piece of property was bought unless DeGarde National Bank approved the loan. Financing from an outside bank could be obtained, of course, but there would be too many snags and obstacles in the paperwork to stymie the whole process. The mayor was Anthony Gimmeli who kept a tight rein on what was approved in the clerk of court's office and what would sit in limbo for weeks or months if need be. Most frustrated buyer would finally admit defeat and apply with DeGarde National Bank. Depending on whether he felt like forgiving their little indiscretion or not, Francis Gimmeli would either approve or disapprove their loan. **** The weather was turning ugly in the twilight as Tony drove from Baton Rouge to Houston. He saw the exit for DeGarde in the distance just as a bolt of lightening arced through the dark clouds. Rush hour traffic in a torrential downpour did not appeal to him in the least, plus that, once he got outside of DeGarde, he would have to contend with Lafayette, Louisiana's rush hour traffic, then Lake Charles' nighttime traffic. He put the turn signal on and took the exit. The one and only motel in DeGarde was happy to provide him with a room for the night. He pocketed the key and stepped into the small motel bar. The clerk had informed him that the bar did double duty as a diner. Anna Scanduro was feeling pretty good. The bartender knew damned good and well she wasn't twenty-one, the legal drinking age in Louisiana, but also knew that she could cause a little trouble for him. She tapped her empty glass in time with the Guns AND Roses song and lighted another cigarette. "Want another drink?" Lee asked her and she smiled. "You know, smoking's going to stunt your growth," she heard a deep Texas drawl come from behind her. "Hiya Tony," she said, a little too loudly. "Hiya Anna," he said back, equally as loudly. She giggled, realizing that she was indeed being loud. She playfully blew a stream of cigarette smoke in his face and he screwed up his face and waved the smoke away. She swiveled back to take a sip of the whiskey and soda and Tony found a booth to study the limited menu. "That was rude," she accused as she swerved slightly, standing next to his table. "Yes it was, apology accepted," he said and motioned for her to take a seat. "Walking away when I was talking to you," she continued. "Oh, I thought we were finished," he said easily and took a bite of his greasy burger. "You ain't scared of my Dada, are you?" she asked as she flopped down in the booth. "No, should I be?" Tony asked and grabbed her hand as she brought the lighter up to light yet another cigarette. "I'm eating, wait until I'm finished." "So, did you think of another place for me to put my ass?" she whispered loudly, then burst into giggles that had her nearly breathless while Tony looked on in bafflement. "The other day (it had been nearly two months) when I was leaning on your car, you told me to get my ass off of your car door, and I asked you if you could think of where I should put it," she reminded him. "Gee, I can think of only one place," he smirked. "Oh, gee, let me guess," she smirked back. "Um, your face?" "No, I don't mind eating a little ass, but I was thinking my schlong would be a much better fit," he shot back. "You're what?" she shrieked in laughter, then ignoring his request not to, light her cigarette. She pouted when he yanked the cigarette from her hand and stubbed it out. She pouted again when he told her she'd had enough to drink and he wasn't going to buy her another one. She pouted when he stood up to leave the bar to retire to his room, then smiled mischievously when he told her she was welcome to come along. They kissed hungrily and fell onto the bed, her sprawled on top of him. Her blouse was unbuttoned rapidly and tossed onto the floor and he groaned as he felt her large breasts through the lacy material of her bra. Soon her bra joined her blouse and she moaned in pleasure as he first sucked, then chewed on her rubbery nipples. "Oh, fuck yeah!" she laughed as a mild orgasm rippled through her. She was hunching her crotch against his belly while he sucked and chewed her nipples. Her jeans were unbuttoned and unzipped and she grunted as another orgasm rippled through her. She kicked off her boots and slithered out of her jeans and thong panties. "See?" she cooed as she dragged a finger through her profusion of light brown pubic hair. "I'm a natural blonde." "Uh huh," he said as he undid his belt and pulled off his slacks and boxer shorts. Tony Clark was a tall man of twenty-six at six foot three and was solidly built, weighing in at two hundred pounds. His brown hair was long; he wore it in a ponytail, his eyes were hazel and he had a permanent squint to them from the hours and hours he spent driving. Eagan Equipment had required him to shave off his goatee and mustache when he began working for them, but he was fine with that, damned thing itched anyway. His current girlfriend said he was very handsome and he had no reason not to believe her. Anna lost the playful smile when his erect and throbbing cock came into view. She had been lightly stroking up and down her wet slit while he undressed but ceased her hand movement and concentrated on his manhood. At just over five and a half inches, Tony knew he was average (he snorted at the men that claimed to be 'average' with seven or eight inches; most medical journals will claim that four and a half inches to five and a half inches is the average median size of most males.). What set him apart were two factors; he kept himself completely smooth and he was uncircumcised. Sixty-nine was nearly impossible because of Anna's height and Tony's height, but they had a lot of fun attempting it amidst the giggles. True to his word, he did not mind eating a little ass and told her that her ass was just perfect. "I'm a, uh, I've never done this...." Anna moaned and then cried out as he entered her very tight pussy. He was shocked to see a thin rivulet of her blood drip from her pussy and looked at her tightly clenched face. A few tears dripped from her eyes and he began to wilt inside of her. "Go ahead," she grunted. "Might as well get it over with." Within moments, though, she was grunting and meeting his down strokes with thrusts and grinds. "Oh mother fucker!" she screamed as yet another orgasm coursed through her. She kissed him hungrily, ravenously and sucked him back to full erection and straddled his hips. Tony hoped the motel had not put any neighbors on either side of their room, as she was quite loud and vocal in her enjoyment of their copulation. "Nuh uh!" she giggled as he knelt behind her and pressed the head of his cock to her tightly clenched anus. He laughed and slid into her pussy. "Aw, shit, shit, shit, stop, fuck!" she screamed out as the awkward angle had pushed his cock down against her G-Spot and she was growing weary of the over stimulation. They slept easily and he groaned as she woke him up by putting his cock into her mouth. He turned the bedside lamp on and watched her take him all the way down her throat. Her warm eyes looked into his squinting eyes and she nursed his cock with her throat muscles until he grunted and spewed his semen down her throat. The light showed a glint and he squinted and looked at the diamond engagement ring she sported. She seemed to be completely at ease with herself and her nudity as he set about making them coffee from with the motel's small coffee pot. They drank the coffee, made love again, then took a shower together and made love in the shower as well. "I um, I was kind of surprised you um, you were a virgin," he admitted as he dressed again. "Yeah, well, I was kind of saving that for marriage," she said and waggled her left hand at him. The rock was an impressive one. "I mean, I done a lot of face fucks and shit like that, but, oh well, it's just Paul Gimmeli, fuck him. He'll never notice the difference," she shrugged. **** He didn't stop off in DeGarde for a few weeks; Scanduro Construction was the only potential client in the small town and Dan Scanduro would call if he had a need for any equipment. So it was a complete surprise when Anna Scanduro called him at his office. "Hi, remember me?" she said, then burst into tears. "Why the fuck didn't you ever call me?" she sobbed piteously into the phone. "Because, because, you're engaged, remember?" he sputtered. "Yeah, well, that's like fucking over," she spat. "Fucking numb nuts doesn't want to marry a bitch that's all knocked up." It took a minute to register; she was pregnant and it was his baby. He asked her where she was and got into his car and drove the three-hour trip in two and a half hours. She kissed him lovingly and happily when he got out of his car. Dan Scanduro was livid with rage and it was only Anna's standing in between him and Tony that prevented Dan from trying to punch the life out of Tony. It would have been a fair fight; Tony was a foot taller that than, but Dan was stocky and muscular from years of hard labor. Anna and her mother finally had Dan calm enough to discuss the baby and what would be done about it. "I'd rather you get a fucking abortion than marry this lying, stealing, conniving piece of shit," Dan snarled, a statement that made Anna burst into tears. "Dan!" Barbara Scanduro said sharply. To say that the wedding was a somber event would be an understatement. The only person smiling in all of the photographs was Anna. Dan did sport a sad little smile as he danced with his daughter, and Tony did smile as he cut the cake with his bride. Danny Scanduro, Dan Scanduro Junior never let a smile crack his scowl; he did not like the man that 'took his baby sister's innocence.' Robert Scanduro did smile as Alicia Scanduro danced with her 'favorite uncle in the whole wide world.' He was her only uncle, unless you counted Tony, and they did not count Tony. His mother and father were not happy with the occasion, but agreed to be supportive of their son and their new daughter. **** Anna laughed and giggled like a mad woman as they drove to New Orleans for their honeymoon, but wouldn't tell him what the big joke was. When they got to their room at the Royal Sonesta, she kissed him happily, amidst more giggles. "Tonight," she said as she sensuously unzipped her dress, "You're going to get my last cherry, big boy." She knelt on the bed and indicated the tube of lubricant. Tony knelt on the bed behind her and groaned. He shot his load all over her round ass cheeks and back as he greased up her tight anus with his fingers but did not lose his hard on. She released her right butt cheek and used her right hand to scoop up the sticky globs of his semen and licked her fingers clean. "Uh! Oh! Shit! Ow, ow, own, go slow!" she screamed as he pressed the head of his cock to her tightly clenched anus. Afterward, he cleaned her bleeding anus with a warm washcloth and they agreed they wouldn't be doing that again. **** The Clarks bought a house in Lake Charles, Louisiana. That way, Anna would be only ninety minutes away from her Dada and Mom and Tony would be only ninety minutes away from his office, and since his territory was all of southwestern Louisiana, it put him that much closer to his client base. Until late in her pregnancy, Anna spent a great deal of time driving back and forth to DeGarde. Tony would often meet her at her parents' home for stilted, uncomfortable dinners. He did not miss the repetitive references to Paul Gimmeli or Al Prejean, another former boyfriend of hers, or of new salesmen that her brother Robert had hired for Scanduro Realtors. When her brothers were around, they too would bring up all the available men in DeGarde. Danny's wife, Cindy, always looked shocked or ashamed of her husband's behavior. Robert's wife, Dianne, however, goaded her husband on. Alicia, Danny's fourteen year old daughter did not make either her father or grandfather very happy, however, by warming up to Uncle Tony and wanting his attention and approval. Cindy also earned some harsh dealings from Danny by trying to include Tony in the conversation, by not excluding Tony to the parties or Alicia's school functions that Anna was invited to. **** Lucille Ann Clark had her mother's blonde hair and mischievous smile and even Dan Scanduro softened considerably at the crib of his third grandchild. The morning Lucille did not wake up was the most devdevastating day in Tony's life. They called it 'Sudden Infant's Death Syndrome,' but Tony said they should just call it 'the end of the world,' or 'ripping your heart out.' At the Funeral, his father and mother did not say anything; just simply mourned with their son. They found it quite odd that Anna clung to her father for support, not to her husband and the father of her daughter. He tried to go back to work. He tried to be a loving and supportive husband. He tried to make their lives as normal as possible. But Anna spent more and more time at Dada's and was often staying the night. Any attempt of his to contact her was met with stoniness from Dan, helpless shrugs from her mother, and open hostility from Danny and Robert. As supportive as Eagan Equipment tried to be; they had really liked the boisterous, energetic young man they'd hired, they finally had to let him go. His accounts had fallen by the wayside as he tried his best to keep his marriage together. Friendship and compassion are fine, but business is business. He struggled to find another job, but the job market in both Louisiana and Texas were in a downward spiral. Anna would not hear of moving to Washington State, where a former colleague of Tony's had a job waiting for him. Breaking the Family Ch. 01 The Clarks began to fight constantly, that is, when Anna was home. She had vulgar, disparaging names for him, and reminded him constantly that if it were not for the generosity of Dada, they'd be homeless. **** "Where have you been?" he yelled at her. She had been gone for almost a whole week. Of course her parents were of no help. She smirked at his concern and sashayed up the stairs. "God damn it!" he screamed. "Answer me!" "I need to take a shower," she calmly said and dropped her short skirt to the floor of their bedroom. The semen had dried on her thighs and stuck to her pubic hair. She pulled off her tee shirt and he could see the bite marks on her breasts. "When I get out, have your fucking stuff out," she said and turned on the taps to the shower. "I've got a real man now. One that can pay the fucking bills." The End of 'Breaking the Family 01.' Breaking the Family Ch. 02 Tony Clark stepped off of the helicopter and ducked down to run to the elevator that would take him to the higher deck of the oilrig. He didn't like taking the helicopter; it made him nervous, but for whatever reason, Benoit had requested him out there A.S.A.P. so he took the offered helicopter instead of the boat. Jack Cuccione, the Project Manager waved him over from the deck and Tony made sure to be clear of the blades before standing and walking out to the older man. "You worked at Eagan, right?" Jack yelled over the 'whup whup whup' of the helicopter blades. "Yeah, I was there for two and a half years," Tony yelled back just sat the helicopter lifted off with the roughnecks and mud loggers that had finished their shift. "And they made you take certification, right?" Jack asked his voice a little lower now. "Yeah, on all their equipment, never know when you'd have to show a customer how to use it," Tony said, wondering where this was going. "Glen got popped this morning; they did a random screen and he tested positive," Jack said. "So I can either pay Rodney overtime, or put your ass on the crane." "But I'm not cleared," Tony said. "Leave that to me," Jack said. "Fine, thirty eight an hour," Tony countered. "What? Get the fuck out of here, Clark," Jack bellowed. "Fine, pay Rodney double time and a half," Tony shrugged. "That's what? One hundred and five an hour?" Jack was pissed; Tony was obviously a hell of a lot smarter than any of the other roughnecks, the mainly unskilled laborers on the offshore oil platform. Thirty-eight an hour was double his normal salary, but was definitely less than he would have to pay Rodney. Jack clenched his jaw, and then finally nodded his head 'yes' and Tony went to stash his gear and get ready for the fourteen days he'd be on the offshore rig. **** When Tony's wife had thrown him out of their home three years ago, Tony had entertained the idea of moving to Seattle, Washington; he had a college buddy living and working up there. His father had stilled that idea by asking very simply, "What are you running for?" Benoit Exploration in Lafayette, Louisiana had given him a job working fourteen on and seven off. At sixteen an hour to start and a guaranteed forty hours work week, he could make a decent living. Rent in Lafayette was fairly inexpensive and it was close enough to Houston so he could visit his parents when the mood struck. There was a nineteen year old girl in the complex that was only too eager to make twenty five bucks by sucking off whoever wanted sucking off, so he had that need taken care of and didn't have to worry about getting her pregnant or having her fall in love with him; she was servicing at least four other guys in the complex that he knew of. Tony worked hard, didn't join in the immature and often dangerous hidings of the other roughnecks and very quickly received raises and accolades from his superiors. He kept to himself, as much as one could keep to oneself in such a cramped environment, did his job, and did it well. Jack watched as Tony operated the crane, nodded approval and dug his cell phone out of his pocket. He hit a pre-set number. "Fuck Glen," Jack barked into the cell phone. "He's been popped twice and we've already sent him to rehab once, cut him loose." **** Tony smiled as he rode the boat to shore; he preferred the boat. You could look across the water of the Gulf of Mexico and let your mind just go blank. He took his long brown hair out of the ponytail and dropped the rubber band into his shirt pocket. "You Tony Clark isn't you?" a young man asked. "Yeah," Tony agreed, but didn't look at him. "Used to be married to Anna, right? Anna Scanduro?" the man went on. "Used to be, about three years ago," Tony agreed and squinted at a dorsal fin following the boat. Most people admired sharks, thought they were elegant, graceful, fearsome creatures. The majority of them were nothing but garbage eaters, preferring to scavenge than to hunt. "Yeah, what a bitch," the young man went on. "She's got problems," Tony shrugged. "I mean, I used to date her, you know, like when we was in high school and shit," the young man continued. "Oh yeah?" Tony asked, but wasn't listening. Anna Scanduro had been an absolutely lovely young nineteen year old when he first laid eyes on her. She was just over five feet tall, with long honey blonde hair and a fully developed thirty-two D chest and thirty inch hips. A velvety soft fluff of light brown hair, proof that the hair on her head was natural, covered her tight pussy. Her pixie face often sported a mischievous little smile. Anna had followed the handsome Tony to his motel room and given him her virginity; she could blame the whiskey for the lapse in reasoning. There was nothing she could blame her pregnancy on, though, and Tony did the right thing and married her. Her family was less than supportive and did everything in their power to end the quick marriage. The death of his infant daughter (he often thought of Lucille as he stared out over the sea, wondering what it was like in heaven and if he would see her when he got there) had been more than their marriage could endure. It was truly over, though, when she came home after being gone for nearly a week with semen dried to her thighs and pubic hair and teeth marks on her massive breasts. "Yeah, her fucking old man's a prick," the young man went on. Louisiana, being a 'No-Fault' state, granted the divorce and equal rights to any of the marital assets, even if Dan Scanduro had the divorce filed in DeGarde, rather than Lake Charles. Tony did not look at the sullen Dan, the smirking Anna, or the nervous young man she clung to, just signed the papers and left. A few weeks later, an unemotional, official packet of papers let him know that the divorce was final. "Yeah, he is, but that's okay, I don't have to live with him," Tony agreed and looked over at the man for the first time. He was a new roughneck, hired a few days before Tony took the job as crane operator. "Al. Al Prejean," the man offered and stuck out his hand. "Tony, but you already know that," Tony said and they lapsed into silence. **** The two formed a friendship; they worked the same shift, for the same company and were often on the same rigs together. On shore, Tony did not socialize much. Al did drag Tony out every now and then, forcing Tony to play pool at Pete's, eat massive shrimp po-boys at Julian's on University Avenue, or just hang out and listen to music. On shore and off, Tony was frugal. He wasn't cheap or stingy, but he also was not flagrant or foolish with his money and safe every penny he could. He had a plan in mind and that plan would take some money. And some luck. Al was grateful to learn from Tony. Tony taught the younger man everything he knew about heavy equipment. Two years later Jack scowled and muttered under his breath, but put Al in charge of the crane as Tony finished out his last shift. **** Roberta, the apartment hooker let a tear slides down her face as she sucked him off for the last time. Tony was a real nice guy; he didn't sneer at her, or worse yet, act like he didn't know her when he ran into her at the mailboxes or the swimming pool. "No, this one's free, for old times sake" she said then burst into sobs and ran from his apartment. Tony dug through the packed boxes until he found the envelopes and stuck two one hundred dollar bills into it and wrote out her address. Three days later, Roberta burst into tears again; she knew whom the money was from. **** Robert Scanduro was a little amused at the young man that wanted to buy the property right across from Abdul's Department Store, the trendy store in DeGarde, Louisiana. A pair of jeans from Abdul's was usually ninety bucks and their men's suits started at four hundred dollars. The eager young man was buying two acres and planning on putting a greasy spoon diner. The clientele that frequented Abdul's wouldn't eat at a greasy spoon, and the people that would eat at a greasy spoon wouldn't come near Abdul's. "Location, location, location," Robert thought as he and the young man agreed on a price. The price of the land itself wasn't very high; Robert knew that the real profits would come in from Dan Scanduro's construction bidding on and getting the project, and once the young man realized he'd made a bad purchase, Danny Scanduro would buy it up at a much reduced price and either lease it out or manage it himself. Anthony Gimmeli Junior, AG, DeGarde's new mayor, promised to delay or slow downs the permits for new construction if the young man did not give the job to Dan Scanduro. Dan was excited about the prospects; knocking out a diner would take him less than a month, but he could drag the construction out for nearly three months. Business in DeGarde had been slow the last few months. He was a little surprised when he wasn't contacted at all to bid on the project; heavy equipment simply began to arrive. "I don't know what happened,' AG said when Robert called him. (The stranger had gone to Baton Rouge to file the permits, thus bypassing St. Elizabeth parish courthouse.) "That aunt a fucking diner," Dan barked to Robert when the crane was scooping out huge chunks of earth. "It's a fucking parking lot!" Danny screamed when he managed to find the plans that the young man had submitted to the Baton Rouge office. Danny owned the parking lot next to Abdul's and charged them a hefty price for using his lot. Anthony Gimmeli Senior had zoned the street in front of Abdul's as 'No Parking/Loading Zone,' so if Abdul's wanted customers, they had to pay Danny. The five shops next to Abdul's also had to pay Danny an exorbitant amount, but getting the spillover clientele of Abdul's made it almost worth it. So when Tony Clark came to them and offered to sell them the rights to a new parking deck, Abdul's and the five shops readily agreed. John Clark and his older brother had a good laugh at the consternation of the Scanduro clan having their little monopoly so easily broken. **** Glen Fontenot and Pedro Florez, two Meth addicts looked around furtively, and both jumped slightly when the motion detector lights burst into life. There was no traffic, though, so they continued on to their task. They liberally doused the two backhoes, the front-end loader, and the crane with the diesel fuel, and made sure that the fuel tanks were open, and then shoved greasy rags down the openings. The resulting explosions and flames could be felt, heard and seen for miles around, but because of the liberal dousing the equipment had received, there was little the volunteer fire department could do but make sure that Abdul's and the other shops didn't go up in flames as well. Four of the five shops would have to have their windows replaced and Abdul's fancy revolving door would have to be sent to Ohio for extensive repairs. Craig Eagan laughed all the way to the bank; Tony Clark had anticipated this and had requested the oldest equipment, the stuff that Craig was getting ready to dismantle for scraps. The insurance company paid the claim, especially when Craig pointed out that the entire sabotage had been captured on film and both Glen and Pedro were in custody and were telling a fantastic tale about Dan Scanduro hiring them to commit the crime. **** Barbara Scanduro was sickened, but not surprised when the US Marshals placed her husband under arrest. Pedro was still in University Medical Center in Lafayette, recovering from the extensive burns he'd received when he couldn't outrun the fireball from the exploding front-end loader. Glen Fontenot cooled his heels in DeGarde's Police Office/Jail, four cells down from Dan Scanduro. **** "Package for you," the girl said and smiled as Robert Scanduro signed for it. She stood, waiting, until he fished out a couple of bucks, then did a quick little bob with her head and left Scanduro Realtors. Robert watched her young tight ass as she got into a nondescript white van and drove off. He then opened the package. He vomited heartily into the wastebasket when he saw the first photograph. His lovely wife was on her hands and knees, a cock in either end. He felt faint as he flipped to the next photograph and saw another cock join in, Diane's mouth stretching wide to accommodate sucking two cocks at the same time. Photograph after photograph showed his wife servicing multiple men. The last photograph showed the end result; sperm liberally coated her face, belly, thighs, and her dark pubic hair. He couldn't help the small smirk that crept to his lips; the few gray hairs were visible in the tuft of dark pubic hair. A simple note fluttered to the floor that made his blood run cold. "Almost makes you wonder if Bobby is really yours, doesn't it?" Every now and then he did look at his eleven year old son and wonder where the light brown hair came from. Both he and Diane had the dark, almost black hair of their Italian heritage. He numbly fed the photographs to the office shredder, then gathered the stiff paper scraps and shoved them into a manila envelope. That was fed through the shredder as well. The shredded papers were gathered into a small garbage bag and thrown into a dumpster behind Radcliffe's restaurant. Robert then drove home and let himself in. Diane looked up; was that a little guilt he spied in her eyes, even as she pasted a smile on her lips? She was a little surprised to see him; it was only three o'clock in the afternoon. The first bullet hit her in her unfaithful lips. The second slug slammed into her lying heart. The third and fourth bullets took care of her traitorous crotch and adulterous brain. When Bobby came in from playing football in the empty lot two blocks over, he stood in shock as his parent's body lay on the kitchen floor. His mother had multiple gunshot wounds; his father had one self-inflicted gunshot wound to the temple. **** Dan Scanduro was transported to University Medical Center, suffering from a mild heart attack. A drunken and wobbling Anna demanded more of her mother's attention than Dan did, crying and wailing hysterically. **** Cindy Scanduro tried to make Bobby feel welcome, tried to make her nephew feel loved, told him over and over again that if he wanted or needed to talk, she and Alicia were right there for him. The child was nearly catatonic, staring through unseeing eyes. **** The new Investments Counselor was doing a hell of a job; in just two months, he'd managed to increase Francis Gimmeli's personal accounts by thirty percent. Paul Gimmeli had, at first, resented the acquisition of the slightly older man, but his own accounts had likewise swelled, a fact that made his wife very happy. And anything that made Nellie happy, made Paul happy. Neither Francis nor Paul thought anything of reducing their share of stock in DeGarde National Bank when Stan Bertrand approached them with the idea of investing in Clark International. Again, their own coffers swelled and they readily agreed to transfer more of their personal stock into Clark International. **** Francis and Paul stood together, father and son, greeting the board members. The lack of smiles from the normally affable group puzzled Francis; he was golf buddies with at least five of the eight men, and indulged himself in a little harmless flirtation with the one woman on the board that was present today. Kathy Villeaux, the Vice President of DeGarde National Bank was out on maternity leave. Finally, Francis called the meeting to order and the old business was dispensed with quickly. "Now, if there is no new business," Francis intoned, hoping to get out of the meeting quickly; it had been an extremely uncomfortable and nearly silent meeting. "There is a matter of new business," Melinda St. Romaine spoke up. "Why are we under investigation from the Federal Trade Commission and why is the IRS preparing to do an audit of our assets?" "Yes, Francis, could you address those matters individually?" Brian Johnson, his oldest and dearest friend coldly asked. Paul and Francis looked at each other, baffled. Francis regained his composure and buzzed Stan's office. There was no response. He then buzzed Cheryl Melancon's office. She was the Accounts Manager, recommended by Stan himself. Again, there was no answer. Finally (he could feel the sweat begin to trickle down his back, despite the cold air conditioning) he buzzed his Administrative Assistant. "Terri, have you seen either Stan or Cheryl?" he asked, wincing as his voice cracked, showing his nervousness. "Uh, yes, yes sir," Terri answered. "They both put their resignations on your desk this morning, sir." Francis felt a cold sweat break out all over his body. It had been so easy for Stan and Cheryl to bury him and his son. He did not even object when the board voted, nine to two, to request his resignation. Paul tried to object bitterly when the board then appointed Tony Clark, the largest shareholder in DeGarde National Bank as the new CEO and President of DeGarde National Bank. Paul had expected the appointment to go to him upon his father's retirement. "Please have your offices cleared out by five o'clock, Brian Johnson requested in a tone of voice that let both father and son know it was not a request. "Come on, son," Francis tiredly said over his son's sputtering objections. **** "So, what are you going to do?" Nellie asked Paul as she studiously applied her makeup. She would not leave the house unless she was perfect. "Right now, there isn't much I can do; my assets are frozen until after the IRS finishes with their audit, and I'm sure I'll have to pay taxes on any capital gains, even if I did lose it all in..." he said dejectedly. "Frozen?" she asked, eyes wide. "Even my credit cards?" "Yes, Nellie, even you're fucking credit cards," Paul snapped. "Heaven forbid you miss a day of shopping for shit you don't need." "She coldly finished applying her makeup, then stood up and faced her husband. She let the robe slip from her shoulders, baring her perfect thirty-six D breasts (he'd paid for them) and her diamond encrusted navel ring, along with her smoothly shaved crotch (he couldn't tell if her flawless light blonde hair was real or from a bottle) to his gaze. She seductively walked up to him and embraced him. She brought her lips close to his ear as she rubbed her body against his. "When you asked me to marry you, I told you point blank that I was only marrying you for your money," she husked into his ear. "I told you, as long as you're bringing home the bacon, I'd make you one happy man, didn't I?" "You God damned heartless cold fucking bitch," he snarled. "Mm hmm," she agreed and walked to the dresser and began to pull out a pair of thong panties. "That's me. Cold and Heartless." She dressed slowly, making sure to display her body and its supple and desirable shape as she did so. "I've never made any secret of who and what I am, and what I expect from you," she finally said. "And if you can't give me what I want, I'll just have to find a man who can. **** Paul sat glumly in the DeGarde Police Station/Jail. Nellie lay in the hospital bed, happily stoned from the pain medication. Her broken nose and smashed cheekbone would be fixed up to perfection, and Paul Gimmeli would pay dearly for it, too. **** Francis Gimmeli looked with heavy heart at the computer screen. Yesterday, his accounts had totaled nearly three million. Today there was less than fifty thousand dollars in his accounts. And he couldn't touch any of it until the IRS was finished with their audit. He set his jaw firmly and contemplated doing something he swore he would never do; embezzle from the bank's reserves. He typed in the series of alphanumeric digits and waited. Breaking the Family Ch. 02 "Access Denied." His cell phone rang. "Francis Gimmeli," he answered as he stared at the computer screen and wondered why his log in had failed. "Mr. Gimmeli, surely you're a smart enough man to realize that we would change the access code as soon as you left the premises," the mocking voice said on the other end. **** Anna LaCombe took another healthy gulp of her whiskey and waved to Lee. "Ms. LaCombe, you've had enough," he said tiredly. "Give me another fucking drink!" she shouted, starting the two other patrons with her loud outburst. "No ma'am," Lee said firmly. "Why don't you let me call you a cab?" "Call a big fuck you, fucking cock sucker," she screamed and almost fell down as she leapt from the barstool. "DeGarde Police," the female voice intoned. "Hey Cindy," Lee said to his childhood friend, the daughter of Charles Villeaux, Chief of police. "Listen, Anna LaCombe just left here, and she is way too drunk to be driving." "Thanks Lee, I'll send John right out," Cindy said. "Aw, fuck me!" Anna screamed as John's siren cut through the Pink song on her car stereo. **** Danny tiredly got to his feet; Cindy had gone to the boy's room the last two times the kid woke up screaming. "Shh shh, it's all right," he said and Bobby burst into horrified sobs; he'd dreamed his mother was trying to hug him, her bloody face and body dripping her blood and brains all over him. **** Even in her drunken haze, Anna was outraged at the indignities of the body cavity search and loudly declared both female officers to be fucking dykes. She was livid with rage when both her husband and mother refused to come bail her out. "Honey, you're still out on bond from the last time," Michael LaCombe whined. She sat down on the lumpy mattress and wished she had a drink. Or a cigarette; they'd taken her cigarettes and lighter from her; DeGarde Police Station was a non-smoking facility. **** Alicia smiled tiredly at Nancy Pelter, the teller at DeGarde National Bank. It had been another rough night with Bobby and yesterday had been the funeral, which didn't help Bobby's demeanor at all. Alicia and Nancy had gone to high school together, even graduated together. She cashed the check for books; she was entering her sophomore year at the University of Louisiana at Lafayette. "Hello, Alicia," she heard a deep, Texas drawl come from behind her and she opened her eyes and mouth wide in surprise. "Uncle Tony!" she squealed. She'd had such a huge crush on him when he'd been married to her Aunt Anna five years ago. "Yeah, well, it isn't really 'Uncle Tony' anymore, is it?" he smiled as she hugged him tightly. If her hair were just a little lighter, she'd be a twin for Anna. They were close to the same height, nearly the same body build (Anna had a cup size and two inches on Alicia) and they both had the same mischievous smile. "Nancy, I'm sure that Miss Scanduro's check is a forgery, please call the police," he jokingly told Nancy and Alicia squealed again, and slapped his arm. "It is not!" she said. "Don't listen to him, Nancy!" "I have to," Nancy smiled. "He's my boss." "It's good to see you again, Alicia," Tony said and lightly kissed her forehead. To kiss her cheek, he would have had to bend nearly in half; she was only five feet tall and he was six foot three. He walked off and both Alicia and Nancy watched the thirty one year old man stroll to his office. He turned and smiled at Alicia again and both she and Nancy blushed hotly. "Damn, but I would so fuck him stupid," Nancy thought. "Oh, God, he looks so damned hot!" Alicia thought. "He probably thinks I'm still just a kid, though." The End of Breaking the Family 02. Breaking the Family Ch. 03 Michael LaCombe sat glumly in the office and waited as Tony Clark looked at the computer screen. Finally the tall man swiveled in his chair and looked at Michael. "I am sorry, Mr. LaCombe," he said. "You've already refinanced the house four months ago, for..." Tony Clark looked at the screen again. "Sixty four thousand, nearly the full amount of the appraised value, even though you still owed forty eight thousand on the original mortgage?" he asked with some surprise. "Yeah, well, Dan Scanduro's my father," Michael offered, as if that would explain everything. In DeGarde, Louisiana, it did explain the special favors, the 'looking the other way' that most people did when it came to the Scanduro clan and those that the Scanduros smiled upon. They'd not smiled on Tony Clark when nineteen-year-old Anna Scanduro had drunkenly followed him to his hotel room and given him her virginity. They'd not smiled on Tony Clark when he married the pregnant girl. They'd certainly not smiled on him when he took Anna out of DeGarde and moved her to Lake Charles, Louisiana. They did smile briefly when Lucille Ann Clark was born, but her death of SIDS wiped the smile from their lips. Tony looked at Michael LaCombe and wondered why the Scanduro clan had approved of this whining, sniveling pathetic excuse of a man, but hadn't approved him him? When Anna had stood in front of him, the dried semen visible on her thighs and matted pubic hair, the teeth marks visible on her large breasts and nipples, she had said that she had a 'real man.' Surely she wasn't talking about Michael LaCombe. "I'm sorry, Mr. LaCombe," Tony said again. "But without any assets or visible means to pay..." "I got Danny Scanduro's word," Michael whined. "And I'm sure that would have been good enough for Mr. Gimmeli, but he is no longer the CEO of DeGarde National Bank, I am," Tony said and stood, signifying that their meeting was over. "But the lawyer says he needs fifty thousand or he won't help Anna," Michael whined, seemingly on the verge of tears. "If Mr. Scanduro is billing to co-sign, then I will see what I can do, but other than that..." Tony said and opened the door to his office. Danny wanted to spit on his former brother, but instead he scribbled his signature on the loan applications and seethed as Tony sat and entered the information. He looked at the neatly trimmed mustache and beard and long hair pulled back in a ponytail and radiated hatred. Tony's hazel eyes read the computer screen, ignoring the scowling man. "How's Dan? I heard he had a heart attack after Robert's um, passing," Tony asked while staring at the screen. "Um, he's fine, fine, thanks for asking," Danny said, a little surprised. "Yeah, saw Barbara the other day, but didn't have time to ask her," Tony said and swiveled away from the computer screen and faced Danny. "Yeah, yeah, Mom's kind of upset about the whole thing," Danny agreed. "Well, glad you and Cindy are taking care of Bobby, at least he's in good hands," Tony, said and smiled as Terri, his administrative assistant brought in the check for his signature. "Thank you Terri." Someone had delivered several photographs to Robert Scanduro's office. He looked at each photograph, showing his haughty wife acting like a complete slut with multiple men. Robert recognized two of the men; they were his salespeople at Scanduro Realtors. After carefully shredding and disposing of the photographs, he went home and shot Diane four times then blew his own brains out. It had been their eleven-year-old son that had discovered the bodies. The boy suffered terrible nightmares, often waking Danny and Cindy and their nineteen-year-old daughter with his terrified screams. "Thank you, Mr. Scanduro," Tony said as he scribbled out his signature and handed the fifty thousand dollar check to Anna's brother. "Thank you," Danny mumbled. He was supposed to dislike this man, but so far, Tony had been nothing but polite and professional. Tony couldn't help but wonder how Danny would react to find out that Tony's cell phone had three messages, complete with nude photographs of his nineteen-year-old daughter, Alicia Scanduro. He'd responded to the first one, showing her from the waist up, nipples hard and ready for him, her smile on full display, by simply typing out 'Wow.' The second one came a few days later; showing her standing in stockings and high heels, back to camera, her smiling over her shoulder at her camera phone. He typed out 'Perfect,' and hit send. The third one had come in just moments before her father sullenly rapped on his doorjamb. It was a shot of her hairless pussy, spread open for him. He typed out 'Yummy,' hit send and welcomed her father into his office. "It is about God Damned fucking time," Anna spat at her husband as she was led out of the rear of the DeGarde Police Station. "What in the fuck took you so fucking long, numb nuts?" "The Bail Bondsman wouldn't post bail for you," Michael whined. "Oh God, shut up, stupid mother fucker," Anna snarled and moved to get behind the wheel of the luxury automobile. "No, ma'am," the female police officer said forcefully as she unlocked the door of her police cruiser. "You do not have a driver's lisence. If I see you get behind that wheel, I will arrest you." "Oh, kiss my ass, fucking dyke bitch," Anna seethed, but stomped around to the passenger door. "Okay, we need to go to the lawyer's office at three o'clock and he'll..." Michael said. "If you do not shut the fuck up, I will fucking kill you, do you hear me?" Anna screamed. At three o'clock a thoroughly drunk Anna sat and rolled her eyes at the horse's ass that her husband had hired for her. "Yeah, like that's going to fucking happen," she laughed without mirth as Sonny Leblanc suggested attendance at A.A. meetings. "Mrs. LaCombe, the judge is going to want to see some effort on your part to get help," Sonny said. "Well, that ain't going to happen, so move on to the next thing on your list," Anna said and lighted a cigarette. "Please put that out; this is a non-smoking office," Sonny said. Anna blew a stream of cigarette smoke directly into Sonny's face. "Fuck you. I'm paying fifty thousand dollars," she sneered. "If I want to shit in the middle of the floor..." "Put that cigarette out this moment or I will call the police and have you escorted out of this building," Sophia Coutre said in a no nonsense tone of voice from the doorway of Sonny's office. "As you are on probation at this moment, they will bring you directly to jail. Do you understand?" "Yeah, yeah, what the fuck ever," Anna sneered and stubbed the cigarette out on the carpet. "Sonny, make sure that Mr. And Mrs. Lacombe are billed for replacing the carpet in this office, and if that bill is not paid within four business days from this day, we will terminate representation and they can kiss the non-refundable retainer goodbye," she coldly said and left. "What a fucking cunt," Anna said. "One of the smartest women in Louisiana; I'm damned lucky to be working and learning under her," Sonny snapped. "Uh huh, ass kiss," Anna sneered. "Okay, you got two choices, Mrs. LaCombe," Sonny said. "Voluntary A.A., meetings, or confinement to a treatment center for alcoholism." "What?" Anna screamed. "Alcoholism? I am not a fucking alcoholic!" "Oh?" he sneered at her, a look she did not respond very well to. "How many D.U.I.s have you gotten in the past year?" "That ain't got shit to do with it," she snapped. "Every mother fucker in DeGarde knows my car; they fucking follow me and if I even sneeze, they pull my ass over and claim it's a D.U.I." "Uh huh," he sneered and flipped to the police reports. "I suppose a blood alcohol reading of, let's see, and point eight two. Well above the legal limit. And before that, it was a reading of point seven four, again, well above the legal limit. And then..." "Those readings are faulty," she declared. ""But did you have anything to drink on those days, Mrs. LaCombe?" Sonny asked. "Yeah," Anna admitted and felt the first tears begin. She had been so attracted to Tony Clark from the moment she saw him, and seeing that Dada didn't like him made Tony all the more appealing to the diminutive girl. Since she couldn't have the one man she really loved most of all, she would hurt him as much as possible. Emboldened by alcohol, she followed the tall man to his hotel room and gave him her virginity, even though she was supposed to be engaged to Paul Gimmeli, the son of Francis Gimmeli, CEO of DeGarde National Bank. Truth was, although Dada expected her to marry Paul, Paul did nothing for her. Whenever she sucked Paul's small cock, she had to imagine she was sucking someone else's cock. Even she wouldn't admit out loud whose cock she was imagining. To her horror and delight, she discovered she was pregnant; her periods were always so regular you could set your watch by them. Paul was amused as Anna crawled all over him, grabbing and groping, sucking kisses hotly from him. "Oh, baby, baby, I got a little surprise for you," she husked into his ear. "Oh, yeah?" he squeaked back. He'd already blown one load into his boxers. Anna was always the aggressor, but never had she been this aggressive before. "Yeah," she enthused. "The other day (it had been nearly two months) I saw this really hot guy, he's this salesman for Eagan Equipment, you know?" She was grinding her crotch against him. Paul loved her short cut off jeans. They showed her short but muscular legs and her fleshy ass cheeks. He could feel the heat of her pussy through the thread thin crotch of the jeans. "And I went back to his room and fucked him," she went on. "Fucked him four or five times, and now I'm all knocked up." "Wait," Paul squeaked again, the reality of what she was saying sinking in. "What? You did what?" "Fucked him, let him fuck my twat, and fuck my asshole, (she had not let Tony have anal sex) that fucking hurts a lot, you here? And sucked his nice big old cock," Anna went on, grinding her pussy against Paul's now flaccid cock. Dada's tears actually cut into her when she told him the truth of why Paul Gimmeli and she were no longer engaged. To her delight, though, Tony immediately stood up and offered to marry her. Dada still did not approve of the tall Texan, and often spoke ill of him and never missed an opportunity pass to let his one and only daughter know that he was disappointed in her choice in husbands. The death of Lucille devastated her but Dada was right there, giving her the support and loving she so desperately craved. The more she depended on Dada and alcohol, the less she felt any love for Tony. The more Dada spoke against Tony, the more she felt that maybe if she married someone Dada approved of, he'd give her the love she needed. Michael LaCombe was a new salesperson at her brother's real estate office. According to both Robert and Dada, Michael had real potential. The slender young man was extremely flattered and flustered to have the very attractive Anna show him any attention. He introduced her to marijuana and she loved the feeling marijuana and whiskey induced. He was quick to come, but thankfully could get it up quite often. He was also quick to put his mouth on her pussy; she demanded oral sex as often as possible. He also seemed absolutely fascinated by her large breasts and nipples. No, she wasn't in love with Michael LaCombe, and when compared to Tony, he fell short, but Dada seemed to like Michael, so Anna decided that Tony had to go. Nearly five years later, it was taking more and more of the alcohol and marijuana to bury her intense dislike for the spineless, weak-willed Michael LaCombe. His only source of income was the sale of marijuana; Robert had finally seen through the glib talk and handed Michael his walking papers. She didn't bother hiding her lack of respect for her husband, and did as little as possible to conceal her numerous affairs. IF he noticed them, he did not say anything about them. He seemed to look the other way when her breasts sported passion marks. He seemed to be oblivious to the semen stained panties she dropped into the hamper. Her father had several talks with his only daughter about her heavy drinking and 'sleeping around.' Dada couldn't bring himself to denounce his only daughter as a drunken whore, but secretly he told Barbara what he thought of their daughter and she had to agree with him. By now, Anna hoped that Dada would just die, and was terrified that one day Dada might die. "We don't got that kind of money," she heard Michael whine to Sonny. "Is there any way you could raise it?" Sonny asked. "Family members, friends?" "What?" Anna asked and Sonny clenched his jaw, realizing that Anna had not listened to a single word he'd said. "We," he said, indicating Michael and himself, "have decided that voluntary confinement to DeGarde's CDU would be the best thing for you." "What?" Anna screeched. "No fucking way I'm going to..." "Mrs. LaCombe," Sonny said, as if Anna wasn't screaming. "I'm not as concerned with this DUI as I am concerned with saving your life." "And how much is it going to cost to 'save my life,' fucking Drama queen?" Anna spat with as much venom as she could muster. "DeGarde CDU is only twenty eight thousand for a twenty eight day stay; their Aftercare program is free," Sonny said. "Twenty eight? That's a thousand a day!" Anna yelled. "Please lower your voice, Mrs. LaCombe," Sonny said. "I'm glad you can do simple math. DeGarde CDU is actually one of the lesser expensive Chemical Dependency Units in the state." "I got to quit drinking for twenty eight days?" Anna asked in a horrified whisper. "I'm kind of hoping you'll do it for longer than that," Sonny nodded. Danny wanted to slug Tony Clark. Here he was, having to run Scanduro Construction and Scanduro Realtors, as well as his own Scanduro Property Management, and Tony was offering him nothing but insult. That's what the offer was, an insult. "Well, I figure that, with the parking deck right across the street, you hear it's going to have a covered walkway that goes from the third level across the street to the third floor of Abdul's? Your parking lot will be largely unused," Tony pointed out. "So, you can either hang onto it, or sell it. I don't figure you're going to have a whole bunch of people wanting an asphalt slab." "Yeah, but, ten thousand?" Danny spat. "Take it or leave it," Tony shrugged. That was the first of the many deals that Tony Clark struck with Danny. Before he realized it, Scanduro Property Management no longer had any holdings of value and Danny had very little to show for it. On paper, his holdings had been valued at nearly three million but he had sold it all for less than half a million dollars. And thanks to Dad's legal fees and Anna's legal fees and treatment costs, DeGarde National Bank held more than half of that in outstanding loans. "My Daddy and Mommy are fighting," Alicia said sadly as she and Tony sat at Radcliffe's, the exclusive restaurant in DeGarde. "Oh?" Tony asked. "Not about you and me, huh?" "No, Daddy still doesn't know, and Mommy says she's known all along that I was in love with you, so she's real happy about us," Alicia said. Cindy and Danny were fighting about money. Danny had a payroll of twelve thousand a week for Scanduro Construction and nine thousand for Scanduro Realtors but no actual source of income for either company, he was strapped for cash. Ego, pride would not allow him to close the doors on any of the three businesses. Anna bared her buttocks to Dr. Amber Istrey and winced as Dr. Istrey jabbed the syringe of Phenobarbital in. "Ow!" Anna complained. "What the fuck was that?" "Phenobarbital, can't have you going into DTs on us," Amber said easily and swabbed the injection spot with a sterile pad. "You can put your robe back down, I'm finished sweetie." "Um, listen, I um, I'm only here because my fucked up lawyer and dickhead husband stuck my ass in here," Anna said. "That's fine," Dr. Istrey said and pushed her thick blonde hair back as she scribbled her notes. "I mean, what I mean is, I isn't going to be doing none of this shit, so we isn't got to worry about none of that 'Group' shit and no more of those fucking Phenobarbital shots, okay?" Anna said. Amber put the pen down and smiled at Anna. Anna did not like the smile that doctor was giving her. "Anna, may I call you Anna?" Amber asked, and then went on without waiting for an answer. "Whether you want to be here or not, you're here. And as long as you're here, you're going to do the Group shit; you're going to submit to shots, you're going to actively participate. And you're going to fucking like it, understand?" Danny felt tightness in his chest and wondered if he was having a heart attack. His daughter, his precious Alicia was getting into the passenger seat of a Mercedes-Benz, obviously out on a date. And it was Tony Clark's Mercedes-Benz. If the tightness in his chest had not been present already, the sight of her head disappearing the moment Tony put the luxury car into drive would have done it. "I do love the way you suck cock," Tony praised as Alicia wormed all of his erection into her throat. He checked in the rear view mirror to make sure that Danny Scanduro was catching all of the action. He hefted one of Alicia's breasts and squeezed her throbbing nipple. She groaned and began sucking his cock all the harder. He increased the pressure to her sensitive nipple. "Oh, fuck!" she grunted as she orgasmed from Tony's cruel pinching of her nipple. "Here it comes, baby," Tony warned and she took the head of his cock back in her mouth. Moments later she held a mouthful of his semen, savoring the taste. Michael LaCombe put the belt around his neck and needlessly held his breath. He did not know who had called the DeGarde Police Department and alerted them that the storage shed in the back yard was actually a hydroponics farm for marijuana, but they were carefully photographing the shed, inside and out and would soon be coming in to search the house. He wasn't going to go back to prison. The last time he'd been there, he'd been brutally raped nearly every single day. "Aw, holy fucking shit," Charlie Villeaux, DeGarde Police Captain, said as he looked at Michael's lifeless body hanging from the ceiling fan in the master bedroom. Alicia felt sick to her stomach as her father sobbed piteously. She couldn't deny where she'd been, or what she'd been doing. She'd expected her father to be mad; his dislike of Tony Clark was no secret, but his tears were cutting her to ribbons. Her mother, who had known of Alicia's dates with Tony, sat silently, eyes trying to communicate her support to her daughter. "Uh uh!" Anna protested. "So, fucking men for booze doesn't make you a hooker?" Dr. Istrey asked, the amusement evident in her eyes. "No!" Anna protested again. "It isn't like I was fucking them for money or nothing!" "Anyone else here make that distinction?" Amber asked, and Anna wanted to claw the pretty woman's eyes out. Tony Clark warmly welcomed Kathy Villeaux back from maternity leave. To say that she was a bit disconcerted to meet her new boss, a complete unknown, was an understatement. Within the hour, though, she had warmed up to the young man. Mrs. Villeaux, I may own the lion's share of DeGarde National Bank," Tony told her. "But I know who does the lion's share of the work around here. Those six tellers and the floor manager never stop, do they?" "No, they don't," she smiled warmly. "And the entire time you were out, by the way, congratulations, I understand it's a boy?" Tony went on. "Yep, Charlie Junior," she beamed. Breaking the Family Ch. 03 "None of them would ever shut up about 'Gee, I can't wait for Kathy to come back,' or 'Kathy would know how to do that,'" he said. "Well, bless their hearts," she laughed. "So, next quarter, I plan to step down, and recommend that the board appoint you as the CEO and General Manager, if that's all right with you," Tony said and playfully threw a wad of paper at Nancy, one of the tellers that was taking too much interest in the meeting between Kathy and Tony. Nancy ducked the paper wad then stuck her tongue out at Tony. The treatment center let Anna out to attend the funeral of her husband. Within five minutes of arriving at her parents' home, Anna was on her way to a monumental drunk. The funeral itself was a sham; Michael's family was poor and few of Anna's family had any sympathy for the young man. "Gee, I'm shocked," Dr. Amber Istrey smirked as Anna finally confessed to the group that she'd gotten drunk while out on leave. "Fuck anyone while out there too?" "No, cunt!" Anna snapped. "It isn't like I'm some big fucking whore, you know." It tore at Alicia's guts to look at her Daddy, but Alicia kissed his cheek before walking to the door. At least they didn't have to sneak around anymore, but that was little consolation when she saw how defeated her Daddy looked. She also stopped and kissed Bobby's cheek and both she and her father actually smiled when the eleven-year-old boy made a big production out of wiping the kiss away from his face. "I love you, Daddy," she said and opened the door. Doing her Fourth Step, 'Took a searching and fearless moral inventory of us,' made Anna extremely uncomfortable and she just knew she wouldn't be able to follow through on the Fifth Step. There was just no way she would be able to sit down with anyone and admit any of this stuff to anyone. "And if God don't know about it by now," Anna said to her counselor, "Then I sure as fuck ain't going to tell Him." Alicia nervously touched the various knick-knacks around Tony's house. Finally, he took her hands and held them together in one of his large hands. She smiled as she playfully struggled to get free, but he held her firmly. His other hand began a slow, methodical spanking of her buttocks ands she grunted as she felt the wetness begin in earnest. She almost sank to her knees as he sucked a kiss from her. "I'm going to fuck your ass; you better not get any shit on my cock," he whispered and she orgasmed. Anna sobbed as Father McBride listened to her Fifth Step, 'Admitted to God, to ourselves, and to another human being the exact nature of our wrongs.' Her sobs took on the form of wails as he pointed out that the death of Lucille had probably hurt Tony just as much as it had hurt her. He also pointed out that her infidelities hadn't helped either herself or Tony in dealing with that grief. Nor had it helped her marriage to Michael. "How'd it go?" Amber asked as Anna sat in Group that evening. "How the fuck do you think it went?" Anna spat at the doctor, whom she had dubbed 'Doctor Happy.' "Anyone else had to swallow huge chunks of the truth about themselves?" Amber asked and the discussion was underway. "Between you and me, and this goes no further than this room," Amber said to Anna as Anna sat on the edge of her bed. "I hated when I was a patient at Lakewood CDU five years ago." Anna's eyes grew wide. There was no way that this beautiful, sexy, poised, elegant woman had ever gone to a treatment center. "I was such a complete, miserable bitch that the staff actually applauded when I graduated," Amber laughed at the memory of it all. "But within three years of graduating from Lakewood, I had my doctorates in Substance Addiction and Clinical Therapy. Your daddy helped build this facility; we both thought DeGarde could use a good Chemical Dependency Unit." Anna took on the haughty demeanor of a Scanduro. "That's the only reason I didn't boot you out of here when you came back drunk from your husband's funeral," Amber said, which wiped the smug smile from Anna's face. "Yeah, well, I was kind of upset, you know?" Anna mumbled. "Life doesn't stop, just because you quit drinking," Amber said firmly. "People are going to die, jobs will be lost, people will get married, divorced, fall in and out of love, but there is no good reason to drink. Ever. Whether we're happy or sad, or bored, to drink is to die." "But..." Anna began. "But nothing," Amber said. "Listen to me. I've sat right where you're sitting, felt just like you're feeling, and wanted to tell everyone they could all just kiss my pasty white ass and go fuck themselves. But we survive, we stay sober, and we learn to live sober, one day at a time." Anna graduated after twenty-eight days of treatment. Barbara Scanduro picked her up and drove her to her house. The house that Anna and Michael had lived in was still in police custody, under investigation. Anna clutched the meeting schedule for all the local AA Meetings within forty miles of DeGarde. Barbar was shocked when Anna quietly asked her if she would drive her to the Methodist church for a meeting that night. Normally Anna would have demanded the ride, or simply taken the keys to the car, silence or not. Amber smiled warmly as a very nervous and apprehensive Anna walked into the meeting room. "Is this where the AA Meeting is?" she asked. "I figured it was, since I could smell the coffee." "Anna, it's me, Doctor Istrey," Amber giggled. "Bet you didn't recognize me without my lab coat on." Anna burst into merry laughter, which very quickly dissolved into sobs of relief. She let Amber hug her and hold her until the tears finally stopped. When she pulled away from the compassionate doctor, a man stuck a coffee cup into Anna's hand. She sat and listened as the seven men and three women shared their experiences, and even though they were talking to the group, she felt as though they were all talking directly to her. She froze when John, the chairperson of the meeting called on her, then frantically shook her head no. "Well, maybe next time," he smiled warmly at her and she again shook her head no, which brought on a few chuckles. "Need a ride home?" Amber asked as they stepped out into the dank nighttime air. "No, Mom's coming to get me," Anna said. "Well, okay then, " Amber smiled and waved in greeting to the worried looking Barbara. "See you next week." "How'd it go?" Barbara asked. "It was real good," Anna smiled. "Know anyone there?" Barbara asked. "Mom, it's anonymous, I can't tell you if we know anyone there or not," Anna chided her mother, and then burst into giggles. Amber would have been proud of her for remembering to respect others' anonymity. Alicia stared uncomprehendingly at the empty office. Both Nancy and Kathy had told her that Tony had resigned as President and CEO. His house had a 'For Sale' sign in front of it; Clark International was selling it. His cell phone had been turned off and the manager of the construction site said he didn't know where Tony was. She felt the world spinning underneath her feet and felt as if she was going to pass out. Scanduro Property Management was non-existent. Scanduro Construction had to lay off its entire labor force; there just wasn't any work to be done. Scanduro Realtors likewise had to shut its doors. Barbara Scanduro very calmly transferred all of her money to pay the numerous bank loans that Danny had incurred in trying to keep his family together. Anna surprised the judge, her lawyer, and the prosecution by accepting her six-month jail term and saying 'Thank you' to the court. Once behind bars, she applied for the rights to start an AA Meeting in the DeGarde Jail. Alicia Scanduro called every 'Clark' she could find in the Houston Texas phone book, but never could find Tony. Finally she gave up and found a biker to use her. Bobby still woke up on occasion with horrible nightmares of finding his mother and father's bodies. Dan Scanduro was given twelve years in prison for his arson for hire scheme. His failing health cut the sentence to four years time served and five years probation. After serving her time, Anna applied for a job at DeGarde CDU as an orderly. Mopping up others' spills and changing others' bedding gave her a sense of purpose and belonging. She saw that someone had been to Lucille's grave and put fresh flowers on the small grave. She put the birthday card next to the flowers and wished her daughter a Happy Seventh Birthday. She looked again at the flowers and smiled sadly. She wanted to see Tony again, to make her amends to him, but any attempt at finding him had been fruitless. The End of 'Breaking The Family.'