Well, eventually. But for now...

Okay, to summarize, the ideas were to trap dad into doing something illegal, to give up and shut the business down, or to hire someone to whack his dad.

While he wasn't sure how he felt about Mrs. Fellers, and wasn't even sure how she felt about suffering an attempted ****, he wasn't going to do that. But Mrs. Fellers had promised she would help. Maybe she could come up with some legal ways to take his dad out of the picture. If not, well, maybe he could play them off against each other without the whole **** thing. One thing Mrs. Fellers wouldn't want would be to share the spotlight with another adult.

So he got on the phone.

"Hey Matt. How come I haven't seen you lately."

He wasn't used to unexpected people picking up the phone but he guessed he'd dialed a landline.

"Hi Deisi. Yeah, things have been crazy. Is your mom around."

"You do know she's married, right?"

"Yeah."

"Fine. Well, it's your funeral." She pitched her voice higher. "Mom... it's Matt. I thought he was calling for me but it turns out he wants you."

"Thanks, Deisi."

"Yes?" He definitely wouldn't mistake Mrs. Fellers' voice for those of her daughters.

"My dad is blackmailing me to take over the business. You said you'd help but I don't know if this is the kind of thing you had in mind. Anyway, I could use some help or at least someone to bounce ideas off of."

"Fine. We'll have a late dinner. Where are you?"

"At Starbucks in the mall."

"Fine. I'll send someone to pick you up."

"The dial tone told him the call was over."

Five minutes later, Deisi blew into the Starbucks. "Hey Matt. I sped so we have time to make out before I take you to mom."

"That sounds like fun, Deisi. Have you turned eighteen yet."

"Ha ha. You know it doesn't work like that."

"Then you know the answer. No play until you're legal. Your mom has already sent the FBI after me and gotten me arrested for doing completely legal things."

She pouted. "I'm pretty sure I'm worth going to jail for."

"Yeah, me too. But I'd just as soon it was someone else going to jail."

Which gave him an idea. If his dad got caught messing around with Deisi... his dad had demanded the right to fuck his cam girls. And Deisi was cute as shit. He doubted his dad would ask for ID if Deisi walked in. (Thanks, ANaughtyMouse for this suggestion). Then again, would Mrs. Fellers agree to that idea... and was Deisi a good enough actor to pull it off? He suspected not. Still... it was worth considering. Anything short of killing his dad or getting someone **** was worth considering.

He'd spent some time with terrible drivers lately. To his surprise, Deisi wasn't one of them. She handled her little Audi TT like it was a racecar which was scary but she seemed in complete control.

Which was also sexy.

"You know I'm not likely to be available when I turn eighteen," she whispered. "This might be your only chance."

"I confess I'd be devastated if that were true and I suspect I'd always regret my choice."

"I don't suppose seeing these would make you change your mind." She yanked up her top.

"Pull that shirt back down."

"Jeeze."

"Yeah, right. I can't believe your mom sent you. Hell, I can't believe she hasn't packed you away to a nunnery."

"You are so funny, Matt. Anyway, we're here. And no, mom, he didn't do anything. No thanks to you and your puritanical ideas." Sure enough Mrs. Fellers was waiting at the garage door.

"Is someone here?" a male voice demanded.

Shit. Mr. Fellers was home. One thing Matt knew was he didn't want to explain to Mr. Fellers what he was doing with Wendy... and with Mrs. Fellers. Or, for that matter what Deisi was trying to do to him.

Still, it sounded like that was exactly what was going to happen because Mr. Fellers burst into the garage all muscles and red-hair.