Family Tragedies & Secrets Pt 18

Whee! What a fun weekend I had! La la la la la la la! I hope everyone out there had a weekend even half as awesome as mine, and then we may have a whole overabundance of feel-good out there! Here's part 18 of FTS, hot outta the keyboard, enjoy!!!

Family Tragedies and Secrets
Part 18
by Edeyn Hannah Blackeney

 

Matt scratched his head.
“So... you're telling me that Jeff is transsexual?” he asked, confused.
“No,” replied an exasperated Emily, “well... maybe? Look, Jeff doesn't have boyparts down below.”
“Oh, is that all?” asked Matt.
Neither of the kids knew how to respond to that in any way.
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Lee Ugg didn't know what to say. The lawyer he'd hired locally to help him with this entire ass-pile of occurrences assured him that the DNA test was showing that he couldn't be that boy's father, which didn't come to any surprise. But then, they kept insisting this Jeff kid was his daughter Jessica, and that he wasn't really the father. So, he thought, stewing things over, if everything they say is true, then Marlene really was cheating on me. I really did have the right to take the girl... or boy... according to the prenuptial. Hell, I only wanted the girl to hurt Marlene. Woman aughtn't try to stand up to a man that way. It ain't proper. Dammit. I knew I shoulda had that new-fangled DMV test instead of the other one. But my lawyer assured me it would prove things. Well. Now that I signed that paper this lawyer said was a good idea, I don't have to worry about no kid no more. But who could be that kid's daddy? Harry was too old, Mark couldn't get it up for a woman if his life depended on it — damn fairy — and Robin... wait.
“That filthy sum'bitch!” Ugg suddenly shouted, leaping to his feet.
Kerry pushed back and motioned to the two uniforms to restrain the man.
“AlrightalrightalrightalrightALRIGHT already! Lemme go, I'll calm the fuck down,” he swore as he jerked his arms out of their hands and plopped down in the chair again.
“Okay, Mister Dee-tective, I think I know who it may be,” Ugg said, scowling after he calmed down, “Clever little assface, too. Look, Marlene's family ain't whatcha call, 'classy' like mine was. So I sneaked around the city and found me an expert in that there whosismagadger... deportment. And hired her. At least, I thought it was a her. Turned out she was one of them transpesticide guys. I mean, I may not have finished high school — what with my family's money, I didn't need to — but I should be able to tell a man from a woman. Little fucker sneaked in and got a piece of my pretty new wife that I wouldn't let any man near. Right under my nose. Bitch is lucky she's dead, now.”
“Mister Ugg,” sighed Sheila, taking notes, “the name of the potential father?”
He scowled again, “I dunno if it was his real name, but I guess it's one of them gussied up ones that go both ways.”
“And, sir, what was it?” asked Kerry.
“Robin Masters.”



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