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The days dragged on.

Nikki went back home to Chicago, and I set about going through my dad's stuff.

I felt like an archaeologist, uncovering relics from a life and a person I felt

I didn't know at all.

I didn't know what to keep, if anything.

Should I hold on to some things?

The valuables in the safe at the bank were already divided for us, by him.

I didn't need to think about that, but do I keep his beloved art books?

His golf clubs?

She didn't want any of it. She didn't care.

She had already told me that. I was sure she just wanted half of the sale of the

house along with her split of all his investments and cash.

My father had fallen for a gold digger. It was like a cruel joke.

Something you probably missed too?

Yeah, the cock.

Take these pants off, baby.

Oh, you gotta take those off first.

Hmm.

Oh, fuck.

Oh yeah.

Down with the tip, okay?

Down with the tip.

That's where mommy likes it.

Yeah, you want me to put it on?

Give me a turn over. Turn over?

um um um

Oh, fuck.

Can you get it right there?

Oh, fuck.

Yeah, boy.

Oh, your grip.

Oh,

fuck. Oh,

fuck.

Oh, you fuck.

Oh, that's a good girl.

Right there. Right there.

Oh, fuck.

Thank you.

Yeah.

What the fuck is going on here?

Hey, bro.

Like, it's cool.

Your stepmom said I could come look at your dad's stuff.

Like, it's already... My dad?

It's because it was cool.

No, it's not cool. You can't have it. You need to get the fuck out of here.

Like, now? Yeah, right now. Get the fuck out of here.