Evilene is disgusted

“Jesus Dad!” Your daughter yells at you as you look up from her tight friend.

“Evilene, I can explain,” you say, knowing that there is nothing you can do that can salvage the situation. You try to think of what to do, as you notice Sheryl sneaking off the bed and over to the dresser without Evilene noticing. You tell your daughter, “I messed up, but no one else needs to know about this - can’t I just buy you a new car or something?”

“You think buying me a car is gonna make up for whatever this fucked-up shit is?” she screams at you. “You’re screwing an 18-year old, and you’re married to my mother!”

Unbeknownst to Eveline, Sheryl has gotten some chloroform out of your dresser and is standing behind your daughter waiting for a signal to act.