She came to me in the living room, where I was working on business projects over the net with several of my managers. There was so much to catch up on after three years...

A gentle nibble on the back of my neck brought me back to the real world. I spun around, and grabbed her. "My turn again? Or is my Rusty all turned on by the nasty man and need to get screwed?" I heard the cynicism in my voice, and got angry at myself. Jealousy was out of line here; what she was doing was helping achieve a mutual goal.

"I'm sorry... I didn't mean that the way it sounded. I've got to go in there right away and play good cop/bad cop. I'll be out in a couple minutes." I hugged Krista tightly, and whispered, "Meet you in the hot tub!" in her ear.

Walking into the room, I looked down at Junior, laying there with a silly grin on his face and his eyes closed. I nudged him in the side with my shoe, then pulled him up against the wall, eye to eye.

"Did you enjoy having my lady suck your dick? Was it fun? How do you think I feel?" I kept eye contact to let him think I was angry.

"How did the people your father forced to do that feel? How about their mothers and fathers, spouses, boyfreinds? The distress that caused the patients was bad enough; to do that to people who are mentally ill is inconceivable! He hurts those people every day... doesn't that make you mad? As mad as this?" I was shouting by this point, right in his face --- again, to stir up some deep fear.

"How would you like it if I beat the shit out of you for getting head from my girl? Your father used to beat up that sweet woman you got blown by, just for the crime of looking like your sister! Does she look like her? Is that a crime that she looks like her? Enough of a crime that he would fuck her in the ass, in the cunt, make her blow him, or he would deliberately overdose her on drugs? That he would beat her? That he would tie her up for days, make her go without food?"

I stepped away, but left him standing there... and watched as he wet himself. He was really afraid. I got close to him and he cringed, afraid I was going to hurt him.

"Calm down, Daniel Junior. I'm not going to hurt you. Let's go clean up and change." I took him out of the jacket, and led him to the john. He took a hot shower, and I gave him another set of scrubs to wear... glad I had thought ahead. While in the shower, I had made up a hot meal for him, about 2000 calories of broiled chicken, dumplings, and gravy, along with a couple frosted brownies and a bottle of cola. We chatted about school, his career, and his father. He was becoming very angry at Doctor asshole, and was coming around to our way of thinking. He also did not care at all for his sister: he thought her a spoiled bitch who deserved whatever happened to her in life.

When he'd finished, I took the jacket with me, turned up the room heat a bit and brought him a blanket. "The door will still be locked, and you can't get out either window. If you stay, you can help us get back at your dad. Good night!"