It father like son after all

The moment his mother hits submit on his phone, the whole house hears Jim yell, "WHAT THE HELL!"

James and his mother instantly sprint to her room to find out what is going on, just to find Jim pacing back and forth in the room.

"Which one of them did it?!?"

Both James and his mother already know what he is talking about, but they pretend to play dumb as his mother asks, "Which one of them did what? If you don't tell us, we can't help you."

Jim's eyes dart around the room as he thinks of something to say, "Well. I .. Ah... Well, I think. You know... I think someone has enslaved our daughter."

Kimberly gives her husband a fake laugh as if she was laughing off her husband's comment, "Don't be silly; our daughter is scared to **** of becoming a ****. I know she would never let anyone see her number."

Jim's eyes dart to his wife, and he stomps his foot. "Well, I know someone made her their ****."

Kimberly covers her mouth and giggles. "Honey, calm down; There is no public record of who is and is not a ****. So unless someone texts you to brag about it, you can't possibly know that. Did someone text you?"

Jim's eyes once again look away from his wife. "N... No. But trust me, I know, she is someone ****."

Kimberly continues to hide her fury as she plays dumb "Ah, honey, you're just worried about our daughter. Don't worry; I know she can't be a ****."

James walks up behind his mother and taps her shoulder. "Ah, mom, there is one way he could know if Britney was someone's ****. He could have tried to enslave her himself, and it denied him."

Kimberly looks at her son/master. "No, your father loves her too much to try to enslave his daughter." But if she didn't already know, Jim's ghost-white face would have sold him out. Kimberly fakes like she is shocked and says, "Jim, why would you?... she is your daughter!"

Jim groans. "Well, it didn't work, so it's a moot point."