Yes

James trusts his mother's judgment and quickly answers, "Yes."

In The parent's room.

James's father paces angrily back and forth while his wife sits on the bed nervously, trying to think of the best way to explain what just happened. Eventually, Wayne (James's Father) breaks the silence. "So Britney is as calm as she can be given the situation, so spill it. What the hell has my son done now."

Kimberley honestly had hoped to have a long time to think of a good way to tell her husband about her relationship with his son. But she doesn't have these options, so she has nothing else she can say but the truth. "Well, you told us that you sort of **** yourself on Britney, James, and I thought you went to your room to enslave her."

Wayne took a deep breath "Honey, listen to what you are saying and think about it; if I had her number and honestly wanted to make her my ****, which I don't, I would have done it last night when she slept." He places both of his hands on his hips and looks at his wife "at least we know he only took her to try to protect her."

Kimberley looks away in shame. "I wouldn't say that."

Wayne groans. "What do you mean."

Kimberley: "Well, I didn't have something actually come up at work this weekend; James just **** me to say that."

Wayne's face twists in anger. "If I understand what you are hinting at, you are telling me that Britney isn't the first family member that our son enslaved."

Kimberley nodded in embarrassment. "and I know he didn't enslave her for altruistic reasons because he just finished 'having fun' with me minutes before Britney and you arrived."

Wayne: "Just to be sure, by having fun, you mean..." He forms a ring with the thumb and pointer of his right hand before poking the index finger of his left hand through it.

Kimberley nods. "Yes, multiple times. He started 'having fun' with me ever since the moment you left."

Wayne clenches his fist. "I am going to kill that bastard son of mine."

Kimberley "If you love us, you can't lay a finger on him. If he dies without setting someone to take what he owns, both of us will be labeled as property of the state. We will be taken in for retraining, and you know what happens to women during retraining."

Wayne clenches his fist tighter, and he grumbles in defeat.

Kimberley lets out a shallow breath as she looks over at the clock. "It's 7:30 pm; James and I were too busy before you got here to eat, so I am going to go cook us dinner. Have you two eaten yet?"

Wayne looks away from his wife as he groans, "no, we haven't"

Around 30 minutes later, the whole family is sitting around with a simple pasta dish in the middle. The food was well cooked, but no one was eating, as everyone was so focused on staring at James. Their angry stare looked like they all wanted to strangle him, but they couldn't. You could cut the tension in the room with a knife.