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Teaching My Son a Lesson, Part 1
C. Charlie - cosmic709@yahoo.com
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I glanced at my phone as I poured another Scotch. It was past three in the morning, and I was at least halfway drunk. My seventeen year old son, in his first month of being a high school senior, was out past curfew for the third Saturday in a row. Sean was popular. Athletic, strong, and good-looking, he got invited to the best parties, and while I was willing to overlook the occasional infraction, lately he had been testing my limits. The previous Saturday he brought a girl home and fucked her loudly, making no effort to hide what he was doing. When I yelled at him the following morning, he ignored me.
Sean hasn't always lived with me. His mother and I split when he was four, and he lived with her until two months ago when she decided that he needed a male role-model. At first things were fine. Sean and I have always been more like buddies than father and son and living together worked well. Then, slowly, he started to bend the rules. Over the past two weeks he had graduated to complete disobedience and didn't even act like he was sorry.
I took another slug from my glass of scotch and stared at the wall. I was determined to confront him tonight and set things straight.
Half an hour later, a car dropped him off. When he stumbled into the house I stood up. He was visibly shocked by my presence.
"Sit down, son," I said calmly. "We need to have a little talk about the rules."
"I'm tired, man." Sean said. He flashed me a toothy grin. His dark blond hair was messed up and his green eyes were unfocused. He laughed a little, "And I'm kind of drunk."
So am I, I thought. "I want to talk now."
