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EPILOGUE

Lance Hardman was furious. Not only had he lost the gubernatorial election, but he had suffered the further indignation of having his only son elope with the daughter of his hated rival. And, what made it worse, he had learned of the elopement not through private sources, but from the headlines of a scandal sheet. He had chosen to laugh off the article as bogus at first – until he received a phone call from Randy later on in the day, apologetically telling him that the news was true.

Lance had blown his stack, demanding that Randy come home at once, calling him an ungrateful, immature punk who needed to be taught a lesson, and making all kinds of threats. After listening to a few minutes of this ranting and raving, Randy had hung up on his father, and Lance was left clutching the silent receiver in his trembling, sweaty hand, seething in helpless rage.

At once, he had procured the services of a private detective, and offered the man a lavish sum of money if he could locate the whereabouts of the young "Romeo and Juliet", as the press hastily dubbed them.

He soon was informed that the couple were staying at the Bates Motel under an alias, and decided to make a move. The young liberal politician was not thinking too clearly. He had lost his first major election, and that had been a pretty severe blow to his ego. But this final act of humiliation seemed too much for him to bear. He had to do something about it, though exactly what, he hadn't rationally considered. An annulment, perhaps. A divorce, certainly.

When he received the information about where to find Randy and Melanie, Lance impulsively jumped into a limousine and sped off towards the Bates Motel without the benefit of a chauffeur. He cruised to a stop in front of the hotel, and quickly spotted his son's car parked in front of one of the cottages. He sat fuming in his limousine, trying to decide what the best course of action would be. But before he could make up his mind, the door opened and Melanie Wilkerson Hardman emerged from the cabin, sauntering to the car.

The pretty blonde, with her saucy blue eyes and upturned nose, certainly looked gorgeous in a frothy white summer dress which clung to her lithe body, her curly hair hanging in golden tresses about her shoulders. She got into his son's car and started the engine. Randy was no where to be seen. Lance impulsively decided to follow her.

Melanie was going into town to pick up a load of groceries. She and Randy were having an idyllic little honeymoon tryst at the out of the way hotel. They had called the press the morning afterwards and let the story break, so that there would be no way for either of their fathers to hush up or quell the marriage without causing a scandal.

Melanie had never been so happy in her life. She had left her handsome husband sprawled naked on the motel room bed, fast asleep, after a night of unbridled, passionate love-making.

She pulled up in front of the grocery and sprang out of the car, not noticing the dark limousine that had trailed her from the motel.

Her arms full of groceries, Melanie emerged from the store and found herself confronting a tall, powerfully built man of about forty, who was leaning against her husband's car, a rather severe expression creasing his craggy features. With a sudden tremor of shock, she recognized Randy's father, Lance Hardman.

Masterfully repressing her feelings of trepidation, Melanie conjured up her sweetest smile and said in a voice like honey, "Why, hello, Mr. Hardman! It's nice to see you! Or, should I call you 'Daddy?'"

Lance Hardman hadn't realized how radiantly beautiful his unwanted daughter-in-law really was.

The sight of the lovely Southern belle up close was rather disarming, and he felt his righteous indignation begin to get tinged with reluctant admiration for his son's choice of a mate.

"Miss Wilkerson, we must have a talk," he said grimly, "If you would be so kind as to get into the back seat of my limousine?"

He ushered her with stiff politeness to the dark Cadillac, and Melanie meekly complied with his request, realizing that she'd have to tackle Randy's dad sometime or another anyway, and now was as good as ever.

The windows of the limousine were tinted so that outsiders couldn't see in, though one could see out. As Melanie got in beside her big, good-looking father-in-law, she suddenly realized what an attractive guy he really was.

At forty, Lance Hardman was extremely well-preserved, retaining the burly, muscular physique which had made him a first-rate college athlete. He had short reddish brown hair and clear green eyes. Now, he was wearing a rather disheveled short sleeved shirt and tightly fitting corduroy trousers which clearly outlined his amply sized basket.

As soon as he had closed the door, Melanie said sweetly, "Mr. Hardman, you just called me Miss Wilkerson. Now, I think you know by now that Randy and I are married. And we are quite determined to stay married, no matter what you or my father might think. Of course, we understand your consternation right now, and we wish you could be spared the embarrassment, but our lives are separate from your political lives. If you see what I mean."

She spoke very rapidly, batting her long luscious lashes, her sultry blue eyes flashing sensuously. Lance realized how utterly bewitching the little minx really was.

He said awkwardly, "Look. I'm willing to give you quite a substantial sum of money if you'll divorce Randy…"

Melanie's silvery laugh interrupted him.

"Oh, Mr. Hardman!" she exclaimed merrily, "Don't be silly! My daddy has twice as much money as you have, and I've already talked with him on the phone. He has no intention of disowning me. But even if he did, and you did, Randy and I would not change our minds."

Lance glared at her, his green eyes darting over her luscious figure unwittingly. Uneasily, he realized, he was getting turned on by the proximity of the gorgeous Southern belle. He shifted in his seat, his cock beginning to unfurl and pressing painfully against the leg of his trouser.

Melanie's eyes widened as they fell upon his crotch and saw the sizeable bulge that tented the fly.

"Why, Mr. Hardman!" she exclaimed, "I do believe you like me a little, after all!"

Before Lance had a chance to reply, the blonde teenager reached out and lewdly squeezed his tumescent, rubbery organ through the tight material of his trousers. Melanie cooed in delight as she felt the expanding, lusty flesh. It was obvious that Randy had inherited his prodigiously proportioned member from his virile father.

"Wha-What are you doing?" Lance gasped weakly as the girl began to unzip his fly.

"Oh, don't be such a prude, Daddy!"