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fucking cocky to have been caught out on the off. The thought of her, his baby, his girl, on the cock was more than he could bear. He was devastated and he was disgusted.
    His baby was pregnant and, to make matters worse, he knew that the culprit was not someone she was proud of. If that had been the case, she would have fronted them up, would have argued her end. Would have been woman enough to give them both a piece of her mind. That he could have coped with. Could have understood. Respected even. Because it would have meant she was in love. Would have meant she was adult enough to fight her end. Fight for what she believed in. Instead, she was ashamed, she was cowering from him like the treacherous bastard she was. She was disgusted with herself, so how could she expect him to feel any different?
    Never in his life had Gerald felt so let down, so ashamed, so repulsed by someone in his immediate family. Taking a deep breath he looked at his wife as if he had never seen her before and he asked quietly, ‘Find out his name. Find out who he is.’
    Mary soothed him as best she could. Of all the things she had expected this day, his reaction was not one of them. She had thought that he would have stood up for this child of his, had believed he would have taken her under his wing. Been the one to bring the family together. But this man before her was like a stranger, like someone she had never seen before, and who she hoped she would never see again. This man was dangerous, extremely dangerous, and for the first time since she had known him he frightened her.
    In fact, she was seeing him as others saw him, and it was not a pretty sight. For the first time in her life he didn’t make her feel safe and cared for. He just made her feel absolutely terrified and that wasn’t a feeling she had ever associated with her husband.

Chapter Two
    Jason Parks was lying in his bed, enjoying the softness of the mattress and looking forward to the ministrations he was guaranteed to receive from his mother. She was a real touch in that respect. She cared for him as a whole, from his washing and his ironing, right through to his meals and his penchant for a few cold beers. She took care of him without a care for herself. He was her baby, her little boy. He encouraged her to feel like that, of course. He knew what side his bread was buttered on.
    The best thing of all, as far as he was concerned, was that it didn’t cost him a penny. The silly old bag did it out of love. Jason was a complete waster, even he had accepted that much. He had no real interest in anything or anyone, unless it would enhance his standing in the community. The community being the people he saw as worth the effort. Worth putting himself out for.
    As he lay there in his clean sheets and with his music playing far too loud, he felt his usual smugness. His mother was his biggest critic, but she was also his biggest fan. If he took it into his mind to film himself murdering his family, his mother would still defend him, would never believe that the man on the film was actually her son.
    It was one of the reasons he loved her so much. There was literally nothing he could do that would bring down her wrath upon him. She saw him through her special, mother-made, rose-tinted glasses, and he thanked God for that every day of his life. He was sensible enough to know that anyone but her would have aimed him out of the front door years ago.
    His father, a cunt of the first order, was also handy, he had a bit of a rep, and a good few quid. His mother kept him in line where Jason was concerned, so that was a touch. His father thought he was a complete muppet, and voiced his opinion of his son at every available opportunity. He called him shiftless, useless, and many other epithets when the fancy was on him. Luckily, his mother was always on hand to stop him before he went too far.
    All in all, Jason saw himself as one jammy bastard, an expression he knew was used by more than a few of