he had lost his keys again. it was maddening. he tried to do that retrace your footsteps thing where you think where you been and when last you've seen them but all the regular key haunts came up empty. then he thought about the couch. he had been sitting on it last night and they always had the tendency to slip up of his pocket when he sat down. he raced downstairs and began throwing the orange throw pillows aside frantically. instead he found a copy of hustler. fear rose in his throat like a sharp foul bile threatening to burn his mouth. threatening to break his idea's of his son. it had to be his son's. no one else would buy this kind of crap in the house. what was kevin doing with this kind of sleaze? kevin knew that he didn't approve of this kind of material. that paternal rage filled him compiling with this shocking offspring sexual revelation making ron shake with emotion. his son was wanking off to pictures of sluts smoking cigarettes. what kind of father was he? he had never masturbated when he was young. he wasn't driven by those base emotions and the need for nasty fantasies. he had been a virgin when he married gloria. so my son is a pervert. he's probably got tons of these hidden all around the house. he couldn't believe the impertinence of kevin, leaving this pornography around the house. what if gloria had found it? as if she had heard him, gloria walked into the room from the hall. "ron are you...ohh i didn't see you there. did you find your keys" she stopped abrubtly when she say what was in his hands. "ummmm where did you get them from?" she asked nervously. " i was looking for my keys and i found it under the couch. i am going to KILL kevin when he gets home . i can't believe he would buy this this filth" gloria interrupted his tirade. "ummm ron its mine" and that about sums up ron's dilema