There was unusual tension radiating from Molly that night at the dinner table. She periodically glanced up at everyone with a weak smile stationed on her face. She picked at her food as if eating wasn't a need anymore. Baloo stared at her mostly, his gazing whittling her down. He always liked feeling Molly's sunny presence at the end of a long day of shipping cargo. But today, her wistful attitude was burning a hole in his heart.
"Hey Buttonnose, what's wrong? You been moping around; pickin' at your food. Why so dreary?"
Molly raised her head then cocked it innocently. "I'm not dreary. I'm just not hungry" she replied, downing a gulp of her water and taking a bit of spaghetti for good measure.
"Molly, Baloo's right" Kit added from across the table. "You've been acting all down since you got back from the Marina. Did something happen today you want to talk about?" said the ever-big-brother-parent-tone she dreaded from Kit.
She answered with a flat out, "No." Her audience was not fooled.
"Molly, honey, you can tell us what's troubling you" Rebecca said, rubbing her daughter's back. "Did you and Shawn have a fight?"
Molly almost burst out in hysterics, the pressure weighting severely on her brain. "This has nothing to do with Shawn." She dreaded to answer another question.
"What's bothering you?" Now Guinna joined in on ganging up on her.
"You don't want me to tell you this. You would not like it."
"How do we know if we don't want to hear it if we don't even know what it is."
Molly let out a defeated snort. She knew an ambush was hanging on the forefront of this conversation. How long did she think she could keep the knowledge of her secret meetings with Karange hidden? How she got into the prison to actually hold sessions with him was a miracle in it's self. It would take another miracle for her whole family not to murder her over it.
"You guys persistently keep hammering me about this, so I'll tell you." She took a deep breathe, dangling her audience in suspense. "For over two months, I've been going to the local prison and counseling Don Karnage." She sank in her chair, awaiting a blow or two or ten. It was either her mother or Kit who would blow up first, most likely Kit. His had been reduced to a pin-strip since he returned from war. For once, she hated to be right.
"What the?!?!?" Kit barely swore, especially in front of ladies, but this was his exception. A hatred so severe he felt for Karnage, he didn't even realize how much his anger got the best of him. He smacked a fist against the tabletop, ultimately shaking the plates and persons sitting in front of them. "What the heck are you doing going to see Karn...More Cartoon Sex Stories...