“I swear to Christ if you brought some girl back here—Oh fucking god!” he roared, spinning around, only to give me a perfect view of his parents. “What are you doing?” he choked out, horrified. “Ya freaks!” Mrs. Kavanagh was sitting on the island countertop and Mr. Kavanagh was standing between her legs. Naked. “Oh, Johnny, love, you’re home early,” his mother replied. “Ma!” Johnny hissed as he set me on my feet. “What are you… Oh Jesus, what the fuck are you letting him do to you?” Clutching his stomach, he gawked. “I’m going to be sick.”
