Meghan speaks up

"Shut up, Mama," Meghan says quietly, raising her head from your thigh but otherwise not moving. Eileen in full rant, ignores her at first until the young woman screams it again. "Shut up, Mama, Shut up! Shut up you filthy whore."

There's a still moment as Eileen stares wide eyed at her daughter and Meghan stares back. Finally the older woman shakes her head as if to clear it. "How dare you call me that? How dare you, kneeling there naked, hugging your seducer, hugging the beast who has defiled you..."

"Mama you've called me a whore since I was thirteen years old. And a slut and a tramp and I don't remember what else. Anytime I kissed a boy or even smiled at one or one smiled at me."

"And I was right! You snuck away and got pills so that boy could use you and look at you now, whoring for this man. He's twice your age and married, you stupid slut. Do you think he cares about you? Do you?"

"You're angry because for once you couldn't get between me and a man I wanted," Meghan's words pour out of her in an angry stream. "You tried to fuck him didn't you Mama? I know you did, just like all those other times. You couldn't let me have a boyfriend without getting in the way. You fucked Neil because you found my pills. You fucked him in the guest bedroom where you knew I'd hear it. I was sixteen, Mama. And you made Daddy spank me while you watched and I saw you touching yourself while you watched and Daddy was excited and I was too and then the two of you went upstairs and fucked with the door open so I could hear. And you tried to fuck Mr. Chandler but he didn't want you. And that's why you're mad at me and mad at him, and you can go to Grandfather and tell him all about it and I'll say what really happened, and he'll know the truth. He'll know you're a filthy whore that's jealous of her own daughter."

Eileen stands stunned at the outburst, her face clouding in fury, about to speak but Meghan draws and breath and continues, her breaking voice an angry rant.

"And this man is a beast, Mama. you're right about that, but he's a wonderful beast, and I have to have him, I have to be his, I have be his slut and his whore and his tramp and he can use me anyway and anytime he wants, and when he's tired of me he will send me away and I'll go but I'll never forget him, and and I don't care because I want him now, I want him now and you couldn't get in the way and you can't any more, you can't hurt me anymore," she stops with a sob, tears on her defiant face, her naked body trembling against your leg.

Eileen's eyes glance between the two of you, her mouth moving as if trying frame words but she makes no sound except the rasp of her breathing.