When I saw that the whole room was watching us dance, I caught the eye of a man whose crotch was swollen pretty fully and wiggled a finger at him to c...ome over and cut in. He lit up like a torch and was soon tapping on my shoulder. I stepped back from Chai and questioningly, raised my eyebrows. She smiled and released me from her grasp and turned to the beaming young man. They danced through three songs without stopping, except for one point when, I think, he came in his pants. Chai giggled. He. "What to do?" I wondered at the moment. This was an opportunity for blackmail (pardon the pun). But first I carefully copied the tape onto DVD, editing the file down to the main action. I preserved the tape itself as extra evidence. Then I sat down and watched the tape from the beginning.It started out in their backyard. Was it the Fourth of July, Labor Day? I could not tell. They were having some sort of barbecue. It was Ann, and Ed, and some of their friends including four black guys I did. The feeling of loss as she realized that whatever she did, she was no longer one of them.An airline ticket to Saint Louis and a bus ticket back to Saint Claire, Missouri.A disability check.She looked down at the stump of her thigh. Her request to remain on active duty had been denied – right leg was amputated just above her knee, two fingers on her left hand and her left eye, gone. The leg was the worst of it though, the fingers had been barely noticeable compared to that. But it was the eye. My Dad had led my Mom down the hallway and into their room. I had excused myself telling them I was going to my pool house.5 minutes later I was tiptoeing down the hallway towards the sound of my parents 'love making'.The doorway had been left ajar. I could see my Dad's bare arse moving methodically up and down. They were fucking in the missionary position. My Mom's legs were pulled up with her feet hanging in the air.I could hear my Dad's gruff grunts. My Mom was putting on a decent enough.