Before I can finish my sentence, I hear Mike running down the path towards us. He’s nervous, but he’s trying to be casual about it, slowing to a walk and sticking his hands in his pocket as he approaches.
“Hey, everyone—wow, it turned into a party out here! Sorry, I—”
“Where were you?” I demand.
He comes to a stop, but he refuses to meet me in the eyes. “I… I was just… using the restroom.”
“Here’s a tip: next time, try doing it without shoving your c**k in a maid first. It might go a little faster.”
His eyes go wide with guilt and he drops his gaze immediately. “I’m sorry, sir. I… it won’t happen again.”
“Get out of my sight,” I snap. “And take him with you. It’s cold out and he needs another blanket.”
Mike jumps into action, leaving little time for Father to say his goodbyes. He mu
