Rape of the Bastard Nazarene

Carter retaliated with a solid punch to Mr. Henderson's jaw, staggering the older man momentarily. Mr. Henderson regained his bearings, and the two men began exchanging punches with regularity. Melinda, awakened by the noise, rushed into the room in her pajamas. "Oh, no!" she screamed. "Stop it! You two stop it before you hurt each other! What the hell is going on?" The two men staggered back from each other and collapsed to the floor in exhaustion. "This no-good bastard you call a husband raped your mother tonight," Mr. Henderson panted breathlessly. "I just now caught him raping Cathy, too, right here in your own home while you were asleep." "Oh, no!" cried Melinda. "That's not true!" Cathy exclaimed. "I let him fuck me and so did Mom. He didn't rape her. Ask Melinda. She knows." Mr. Henderson scowled at his youngest daughter. "Why, you lying little bitch," he said. "Ask her, damnit!" Cathy demanded. Mr. Henderson looked with a disbelieving gaze toward Melinda. "Well?" he asked. "What about it?" "It's true, Daddy," Melinda said sadly. "Mom let Carter fuck her." "You mean you knew Carter was doing this and you didn't do anything about it?" Mr. Henderson asked. "I tried, but I guess it didn't do any good," Melinda said. "Well, even if what you say is true, your Goddamn husband's still worthless," Mr. Henderson asserted. "I still ought to kill the bastard." "Shut your fat mouth, old man," Carter warned, "before I do it for you." "Why, you son-of-a-bitch!" Mr. Henderson screamed ...»