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“Oh, well, I thought she enjoyed collecting them.” He was a fucking liar. That’s why, as he spoke, I hit video with my new cell phone and pressed the little button that would allow me to record everything.

“If you left her and finally married me, we could be a real family. Sarah’s fifteen now. She won’t be around much longer. You promised we would be a family before she grew up. Why are you still with that woman?” My mom sniffled. “I still don’t understand why you ever married her to begin with. You already had Sarah and me.”

“June, we’ve been over this,” he sighed. “Kelsey’s family is connected. I needed those connections to run for office.”

“Okay, but that was then. You’ve been Governor for years now,” my mom argued.

He chuckled. “And with any luck, I’ll be a Senator next,” he bragged.

Not if you get caught in a sex scandal, you slimy cockweasel. I kept my phone camera focused squarely on them.

“No,” my mom whimpered as she tucked her head into his chest. Maybe she didn’t miss the meaning behind it after all. I held onto that hope for about two seconds before the asshole dashed it.

“Don’t worry. I don’t need her anymore. I only have to keep her around long enough to make sure my assets are hidden first. She’s not like you. My wife doesn’t love me. She loves money and power. I need to make sure that I protect our future.” It was a lie. Sadly, she would believe him again because my mom just couldn’t help herself.

“As soon as you have your money hidden, you’ll leave her?” My mom asked warily.

“Yeah, baby. I’ll be all yours then, like it should have been from the start.”

“And Sarah’s,” my mom added for him. “A girl needs her father.” I rolled my eyes, but kept the camera focused on them.

“Yeah, her too,” he coughed out before he started feeling my mom up and pulling her shirt off. “Now, let me love you while I can. I don’t have a lot of time today.” I continued to record while he kissed my mom and stripped her down to her bra and panties. As soon as she helped him drop his pants, I turned the camera on myself while I got out of there.

“That was my biological mom and dad, getting ready to get busy. Yeah, the great Georgia Governor is my secret daddy. He’s been with my mom longer than he’s been with his wife.” Then I winked at the camera, announced the date and time. “If you doubt it, check the time and date stamp on the video.”

I shut the recording off after that and took off for the library, where I used their computers in order to e-mail myself a copy of the video as well as pop it onto several flash drives. I may have been fifteen, but I wasn’t stupid, or delusional. The only way this would work was if they feared the information getting out, and if they didn’t think I handed it all over. Hitching a ride into downtown Atlanta to the Law Offices of Gordon and Johnson, where my father’s attorney worked, wasn’t even difficult to do after I finished at the library.

“Hi, I need to speak with Mr. Grady Johnson,” I informed the receptionist who laughed at me in response.

“Do you have an appointment, little girl?”

“No, I’m here about my father,” I told her.

“And who is your father?”

I leaned in close and whispered. “The Governor, but shh, I’m sure your boss won’t want you to know that.” The woman’s jaw dropped momentarily before she had the presence of mind to think I might be lying.

“Prove it,” she demanded.

I slapped the results from the DNA test I’d had done onto her desk. Two months ago, when I ripped a few strands of his hair out of his head, I had the tests sent off, along with my own DNA sample. Unfortunately, the results had been conclusive, and there was no denying the dickwad was my father.

“I have video of him getting naked with my mom from earlier today too, but I’m pretty sure your boss is going to be angry if you make us wait any longer and it accidentally goes out to the news stations before he sees it.” My warning was clear and finally the receptionist, secretary, whatever she called herself, took me seriously.

The look in the woman’s eyes told me that I had her attention. “Mr. Johnson,” she called out after pressing a button on the phone.

“What is it?” He snapped at her. His attitude was very reminiscent of my father’s. Go figure.

“There’s an emergency regarding the Governor out here in the lobby.” She rattled the information off to him as if it were a common occurrence. For all I knew, it was. The man didn’t bother responding. Instead, the door to an office down the hall opened and a rather large, but well-kempt man came barreling down the hall into the lobby. He glanced around, his eyes skimming over me, and then coming back to land on my smirking face.

“Fuck!” He hissed. “Tell me that he didn’t knock you up,” the man lamented.

I blinked once, then again. If that was his first reaction… “How many girlfriends does that cockweasel have hidden away?”

The portly man’s head tilted to one side. “The… what?”

“Cockweasel. Cock. Weasel.” Pulling out my prized new phone, I looked the word up on a website that catalogued slang terms and their meaning. When the definition came on the screen, I grinned a Cheshire grin and held the screen out toward the fat lawyer. “See? ‘A person who is cunning and sneaky, and just an all-around douche bag.’ That’s my father in a nutshell. Right?”

“Your-”

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