Page 23 of Her Honey Pot (Sweet Treats 3)

But that’s when there’s a scuffle on the other side, and the screen jerks crazily for a moment. When it rights, we can see Marni clutching her dad’s arm. She’s wearing a robe now, her luscious curves encased in silk.

“Daddy, I wanted this,” she pleads. “I want this. I want to be with Tex and Rex, and I asked them to help me get into Dads and Daughters.”

Brent bats her away and turns back to the screen.

“You fuckers are going to pay!” he rages, spewing spittle like a fountain. “Marni doesn’t know what she wants! My daughter is an innocent. You’re such fucking bastards! Go to hell!”

But Marni is insistent. She pulls on her dad’s arm again and forces him to face her.

“No Brent,” she says in an authoritative tone, pushing her curly brown hair behind her ears. “You listen to me. I’m eighteen now, and I want to be a full member of the club. I asked Tex and Rex to initiate me, and they did. It’s been amazing, and now the ball’s in your court. Now that I’ve been with two of your friends, why don’t you re-join? What do you have to lose by isolating yourself? Dads and Daughters is the answer.”

Brent looks at her with narrowed eyes while shaking with fury.

“Marni, you don’t know what you want. You’re an eighteen year old girl who knows nothing. This is way over your head.”

But she straightens her shoulders until they’re square and looks Brent in the eye. I’ve never seen Marni look so determined, nor so adult.

“No, you listen,” she says in a cold voice. “This is what I want. Tex and Rex have shown me the ways of love, and how I can adore two men simultaneously. Not only that, but my horizons have expanded: I know that I can love two men who also love one another.”

Oh shit. The cat’s out of the bag now. Sure, Brent saw us nude with eggs up our back ends, but that doesn’t mean that Tex and I were servicing each other. Now however, the game’s up.

But Brent doesn’t give a shit about us.

“Fuck them. They can fuck all the men in the world if that’s what they want to do. I want you to be you, Marni. You can’t engage in this debauchery with men twice your age. You’re over your head.”

But our girl is tough. She merely tightens the belt on her robe with a yank, her eyes a steely brownish-gray.

“No, Brent,” she says coldly. “You listen. This is me. This is what I want. I want Tex and Rex, and they want me too. Sure, what you saw was unconventional, but that doesn’t mean that it’s wrong. Nor am I some innocent who has no idea what she’s doing. What I feel for Tex and Rex is real, do you understand?”

Brent looks at her with disbelieving eyes.

“Do you hear yourself?” he asks. “You think you’re in a relationship with two truckers old enough to be your dad. In fact, they are the dads of one of your friends: Jessica’s biological father and her stepfather, to be precise. What the hell is wrong with you, Marni? Have you been brainwashed? I’m going to kill those fuckers,” he rages, his fists clenching and unclenching with white knuckles.

But Marni isn’t intimidated. She lets out a long stream of air and stares right back at Brent.

“I hear you, and no, I haven’t been brainwashed. This is love, Brent. Do you hear me? That’s precious.”

“Love?” he cuts her off. “You’re crazy, Marni. You have been brainwashed and need the help of professionals. I’m going to call the cops and then a therapist. Hell, you need an entire team of therapists.”

But Marni glares at him again, her eyes level.

“And what’s going to happen? The cops are going to come over and see a domestic dispute between a father and his adult daughter. Do you think they’re really going to haul me off to jail? What are they going to do? Write up Tex and Mex for what exactly?”

Brent sits back and thinks, and I can tell he’s stumped.

“Fuck,” is all he says.

Marni is triumphant.

“Right,” she says. “I’m an adult woman, don’t you see, Dad? I’m in love with Tex and Rex, and we’re in a relationship. I know this isn’t what you wanted for your daughter, but life turns out differently from what you expect. Now, you can either accept it, or you can call the cops and alienate me forever.”

Brent stares at her, and for the first time during this conversation, I can see that her words are getting through.

“Fuck,” he says again, and then whirls around and stomps out of the room, the door slamming shut behind him.

Tex and I have been holding our breaths as Marni turns back to the screen.

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