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Once upon a time there was a mayor of Centerville, Bernstein by name, who had many children.

Slade, Mayor Bernstein's son, had a sister who was very attractive. Her name was Britney.

Justin, also Mayor Bernstein's son, was in love with Britney. Justin was obsessed with his sister Britney to the point of making himself sick over her. She was a virgin, so he couldn't see how he could get his hands on her.

Justin had a good friend, Stone, the son of Mayor Bernstein's brother Rodney. Stone was exceptionally streetwise. He said to Justin, "Why are you moping around like this, day after day—you, the son of the mayor! Tell me what's eating at you."

"In a word, Britney," said Justin. "My brother Slade's sister. I'm in love with her."

"Here's what you do," said Stone. "Go to bed and pretend you're sick. When your father comes to visit you, say, 'Have my sister Britney come and make some supper for me here where I can watch her and she can feed me.'"

So Justin took to his bed and acted sick. When the mayor came to visit, Justin said, "Would you do me a favor? Have my sister Britney come and make some tacos here where I can watch her and be fed by her."

Mayor Bernstein sent word to Britney who was home at the time: "Go to the Justin's house and make him some supper."

So Britney went to her brother Justin's house. She took some shells, formed them into tacos, and cooked them while he watched from his bed. But when she brought the tray over and tried to serve him, he wouldn't eat.

Justin said, "Get everyone out of here," and they all cleared out. Then he said to Britney, "Bring the food into my bedroom, where we can eat in privacy." She took the tacos she had prepared and brought them to her brother Justin in his bedroom. But when she got ready to feed him, he grabbed her and said, "Come to bed with me, sister!"

"No, brother!" she said, "Don't hurt me! This kind of thing isn't done in Centerville! Don't do this terrible thing! Where could I ever show my face? And you—you'll be out on the street in disgrace. Oh, please! Speak to your father—he'll let you marry me."

But he wouldn't listen. Being much stronger than she, he raped her.

No sooner had Justin raped her than he hated her—an immense hatred. The hatred that he felt for her was greater than the love he'd had for her. "Get up," he said, "and get out!"

"Oh no, brother," she said. "Please! This is an even worse evil than what you just did to me!"

But he wouldn't listen to her. He called for his valet. "Get rid of this woman. Get her out of my sight! And lock the door after her." The valet threw her out and locked the door behind her.

Britney ran screaming and pulling her hair... Mascara ran all over her face and onto her clothes. She eventually slumped to the ground, held her head in her hands, and sobbed uncontrollably.

Her brother Slade said to her, "Has your brother Justin had his way with you? Now, my dear sister, let's keep it quiet—a family matter. He is, after all, your brother. Don't take this so hard."

Britney went and lived in her brother Slade's home, bitter and desolate.

Mayor Bernstein heard the whole story and was enraged, but he didn't confront Justin about it. Mayor Bernstein doted on him because he was his firstborn son.

Slade quit speaking to Justin—not a word, whether good or bad—because he hated him for violating his sister Britney.

Two years went by.

One day Slade threw a harvest party in Centerville in the vicinity of Georgetown and invited all the mayor's sons. He also went to his Dad and invited him. "Hey, I'm throwing a harvest party. Come, and bring your staff."

But the mayor said, "No, son—not this time, and not the whole staff. We'd just be a burden to you." Slade pushed, but his Dad wouldn't budge. He wished him a good time.

Then Slade said, "Well, if you won't come, at least let my brother Justin come."

"And why," said the mayor, "should he go with you?" But Slade was so insistent that he gave in and let Justin and all the rest of the mayor's sons go.

Slade prepared a huge spread. Then he instructed his friends who were helping him, "Look ... When Justin has had a few beers and is kind of out of it, and when I give the order, take him out back and mess him up. Kill him! And don't be afraid—I'm the one who will take all the responsibility. Come on! You can do it!"

Slade's friends did to Justin exactly what he had told them to do. All the mayor's sons got out as fast as they could, jumped on their motorcycles, and rode off.

While they were still on the road, a rumor came to the mayor: "Slade just killed all of your sons—not one is left!" The mayor stood up and gasped, grabbing his chest. His face turned white. His staff was shocked and speechless as well.

Just then, Stone, the mayor's brother's son, stepped up. "Sir, don't think that all the your sons are dead. Only Justin is dead. This happened because of Slade's outrage since the day that Justin violated his sister Britney. So don't make things worse than they are, thinking that all your sons are dead. Only Justin is dead."

Just then the security guard on duty looked up and saw a cloud of dust on County Line Road alongside the mountain. He came and told the mayor, "I've just seen a bunch motorcycles on County Line Road, coming around the mountain."

Then Stone exclaimed to the mayor, "See! It's your sons coming, just as I said!" He had no sooner said the words than the mayor's sons burst in. They all cried and sobbed bitter tears together. Mayor Bernstein mourned the death of his son a long time.

In the meantime, Slade had fled and had gone to stay with Michael, son of Mayor Stanton, in Newport. He stayed there three years.

Mayor Bernstein finally gave up trying to get back at Slade. He had come to terms with his son's death.

The end.

(See 2 Samuel, chapter 13. Names have been changed to protect the guilty!)