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"Monica, how many?" John said in a cold voice, which promised violence if she didn't answer him. Barbra looked at him in astonishment.

"I don't know John...eight, nine...maybe ten." Monica told him as she cried, looking at him in some spark of anger after the way he talked to her. "I'm sorry." She said pitifully.

"Jesus Christ!" was all he could say as he looked away from her...he had too or he might get violent. "Is that it?" he growled out as he shook his head.

"No." Monica said meekly, and tried to stop sobbing to finish, before he lost his temper again. "I didn't mean for any of it to happen John I..." Monica started to say.

"Finish it!" he growled out, not looking at her. Cassidy and Cynthia looked afraid now; they had never seen their father like this. He saw their faces...their fear and it was like a splash of cold water. He sighed as Monica sobbed and glanced back at her. "Monica...finish it." He told her softly, drained of anger now, he sounded tired. Monica nodded, but it was a few minutes before she continued.

"I was the office slut...the office whore!" she started again and stopped and looked at her eldest daughter. "Cassidy I'm sorry I said that too you, I never meant it, I...I was just afraid...I didn't want you doing...I'm sorry." Monica told her, but had to look away from her daughter's face and her anger. "I'm sorry. But that doesn't change it. They used me like...garbage. They set up...orgies...for me and...oh god...the other women, knew...they knew, most of them anyway, and they, treated me like a whore, and I felt like one. During that time...I had...I had, two...two abortions." Monica sobbed quietly as she tried to talk. Cynthia after the last few minutes of what she heard, started gagging.

"Cindy come on get...Jesus!" Cassidy said as she quickly helped her sister up and into the kitchen before Cynthia started vomiting on the kitchen floor. Cassidy held her sister up as she heaved several times; vomiting up everything she had to eat that day, which thankfully wasn't much. Cassidy didn't look down, but held her sister's hair from her face as she was sick, and after she stopped, rubbed her back. John sighed as he stood in the living room, having gotten up seconds before when she started throwing up.

"Cassidy can you take her to the bathroom and clean her up, maybe put her in bed...I'll clean this up." He told his daughter as she took her sister out of the kitchen and through the parent's bedroom to the hall. John didn't look at his wife as he passed her, but did glance at Barbra as she held her. It took John about ten minutes to clean his daughter's throw up off the floor and rinse it enough for him to stop. He was doing some thinking near the end as he finished and was washing his hands at the sink; he knew he had to ask Monica something important, something about someone he now worked with.

"Monica, when you were...when this was going on, do you remember everyone you...you had sex with?" John asked her as calmly as he could. He saw Barbra look back at him.

"John...god...why do you want to know that? But yes...I do...I do remember." She said, and answered him, figuring he would yell if she didn't.

"Was Harry Blunt one of them...he was working at your firm at that time." He asked her. Harry was now working with John and they were golfing buddies...had been for years, ever since he worked at her old firm. She was silent for far too long and he knew, even before she did finally speak.

"Yes, he was." She said quietly.

"SON OF A BITCH!" John screamed out, standing at the sink, clenching his fists. "Monica...why didn't you tell me about him...he was my friend...I repeat...WAS!" John said to her and she cried softly.

"I broke it off with him the same time I did with the others John...I never let him touch me after I quit the firm. He still tried to get with me but I never let him!" Monica said as she cried.

"You still didn't answer me.