Carolina Thanksgiving

It was a joy for Douglas and Shanequa to welcome Shalonda home from Boston. She was wearing a sweater with her chosen Ivy on it. Their joy was equally met by confusion over Shalonda's choice in a mate. Seymour was probably the nerdiest boy Douglas had ever seen, and he'd had his years in higher education.

The gawky, gangly body ... the bowl hair cut ... the nasally voice ... the glasses ... the fucking pocket protector. How had this guy won over daughter's heart?

And then, while they cuddled, full of turkey and tired, they heard it in the next room. Seymour fucking Shalonda. Not only that ... laying the wood to Shalonda, for far longer than Douglas could ever muster.

"Ohhhh," Shanequa said, getting it. Douglas sniggered.

"Like mother, like daughter," he joked, ducking the pillow.