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Chapter One

Addie

The machines made their music The industrial cacophony echoed over the dark water Long Island wasn’t Manhattan, though it could be like herding cats to convince people of that

I focused on the crank and grind, trying toout of it I had been a fan of Industrial back when it was first popular But I hadn’t been old enough to actually go to the shows Taking the aching thruuitars and vocals in

I already wasn’t super popular at work, even though I had been there a good decade longer than most of ht than done, though No hts out of uess it only made sense that it would be hard not to think about him He was my son, after all

I hadn’t seen him in nearly teeks He was 12 and able to s, even if his dad did just appear out of the aether after lettingfor just over a decade He alas a selfish prick

Even so, he was also a deterht him, ould end up in court and, since the lawyer I had consulted with said I wasn’t likely to hen the courts allowed children 12 and over to weigh in on what they wanted to do, it wasn’t worth the upset Especially not to Duncan

I did o and convince myself that a boy needed his father, but I didn’t believe it was true in every case A father figure, perhaps, but not necessarily their biological father Especially one like Dave

The whistle added its contribution to the tune, bringing the movement to a definitive end The dull few dozen marched in conditioned unison toward the punch-clock The lockers had a rhythh squeaks

The drawing that was hung above the clock was surprisingly good I had never suspected that there ues The spurt of cum was a bit much, but the cock had been rendered in vivid detail, the black sharpie standing out against the industrial orange of the locker Ignoring the leers and jeers of the h to be my children, I started on the lock

I was only forty, but the h schoolers, particularly if they were related by blood Nepotism was alive and well in the 21st century

Technically, I should have had my own locker room, but the factory was built in the days before women in the workforce were commonplace Because the work overalls didn’t require et in and out of coveralls, and the because the owners were fucking cheapskates, I was put in with the men

The pain of the hand swattingI’d been a bit too occupied withfor lurid sexual favors had been dropped through the slots in the door

He had also already taken off his boots, so I hadn’t heard hih I consoled , which really hurt, to spanks

The thick material of my overalls absorbed most of the impact I couldn’t quit because I needed theon by the skin of my teeth as it was The threat of a discrimination lawsuit was the main reason I wasn’t turned down out of hand

It wasn’t like it was one to art school and everything I even got sohest marks in my class A teacher as notoriously difficult to please, part of his first day speech including a bit about hoas against his religion to give out As because such perfection was reserved for the Lord, took me aside and commended me on my work

I got a B+ in the class, which I considered to be high praise Then IDave Master of his own universe and King in his owninto the art supply store where I orking, just waiting for the galley show that I kneas just over the horizon and told me he was there to rescue me

Sadly, the guy I thought was a prince turned out to be a villain who, as soon as ed, took over every aspect of my existence until he discovered our six-tietting pregnant