Breakfast with Mom, Part II

Rocco had two children -- Alexis and Gianna -- with his first wife. They were eighteen and twenty now, dark hair and voluptuous breasts and asses, and the olive skin Italians were blessed with.

They'd accepted Dana into their lives at first, but as their hormonal teenage years engaged, they treated her spitefully.

"Gawd," Gianna said petulantly. "You burned the toast again. You're such a dumb cow."

"And this orange juice," Alexis said, "Just disgusting. Mom never made it like this."

"I'm sorry my darlings," Dana said, hustling to the kitchen table. "I got distracted by your father."

"That's no excuse," Gianna said venomously. "You're not our mother."

"Dumb cow, dumb cow," they chanted in unison. For a former lawyer, a former important man in town, it was a tough fate to be bullied by his two stepdaughters.