"Tell you're son how you did this to yourself." Mum said angrily.
Jim's Dad was lying on the couch with his foot up. He looked very sheepish and couldn't meet Jim's eye. His foot was swathed in plaster. He was still wearing his office shirt, but only boxer shorts on the bottom. These were unbuttoned. Tiffany was naked and crouching next to the couch, her head in his lap, wet sounds of sucking coming to their ears.
"Do you need to do that now?" Mum asked.
"It's helping with the pain," Dad said. "My foot is quite sore."
"Its what you deserve," She shot back. "Jim is heartbroken."
Dad looked over at him.
"I'm so sorry, son. It was very stupid of me. I was so worked up today, thinking about my own trip to the 'Torium, I couldn't help it."
Jim just stared into space.
"I was on my break
