CHAPTER THIRTY-TWOJunior chose this moment to wander in and cross the room. Still in his blue trunks, sans erection.
“Hi, honey,” he mumbled, sinking into the reading chair.
“Hi, stupid.”
How delightful.
“I don’t get it,” I said.
“How do you mean?” Lisa asked.
“It’s not like you’re showing. You could get an abortion. Or give the child up for adoption. Or are you keeping the child as a matter of principle?”
Lisa smiled. The expression didn’t reach her eyes. In fact, it seemed to take effort. She crossed her legs and folded her hands in her lap.
“What we have here is a business arrangement,” she said.
“Oh, really?” Bower, Sr., smirked. “Was it business you were conducting when you seduced him?”
“Seduced him? Have you seen that guy go to work? Jesus, Daddy-O, he makes the average ra
