<em>Washington D.C., 7.30 am</em><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7C1q5hJhpQ/SFBk2pJdKqI/AAAAAAAAAYA/r5KE_yyPX6A/s400/0000005745_20060919235403.jpg)</div>Eric Wallingford (R), Senator for Virginia, shuffled downstairs in his bathrobe, fresh out of the shower. It was a Sunday morning, and a pleasant day off for Wallingford before he'd  kick off his campaign for re-election the next day. He looked forward to spending a day with the trips, as he affectionately called them, his trio of adolescents. A family dinner after church, and maybe a day out somewhere, so he could feel like a father to them before the election campaign chaos sent him all over the place and left him little time to be with his family.<br/><br/>Hmm, odd. Normally Brianna would be awake by now, making a pot of coffee and keeping her daddy company over their early Sunday morning breakfast. Becca and Howard Eric Jr. weren't normally up before noon or so. Eric shrugged and put set the coffee to brew himself, and sat down at the table with a bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch, a glass of orange juice and the morning newspaper. He checked the political comments section, dismissed its spineless liberal bias, paged through the financial section, and before he could reach the sports pages his eye fell upon the main gossip headline:<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong>GOP SENATOR'S DAUGHTERS GO WILD: CAPITOL TWINCEST</strong></div><br/>He blinked at the photographs underneath the shrill headline.<em>No! It couldn't be!</em><br/><br/>They were shocking beyond belief, showing a drunken lesbian kiss in a night club from almost every imaginable angle. The girls were clearly wasted, holding half empty alcopop bottles, and the flash of the camera lit up their pink playing tongues.<br/><br/>They were his brat of a daughter Becca, and his precious baby girl Brianna, making out drunkenly in front of all of Washington. No wonder no one was up for breakfast. Sweet Jesus! What had he done to deserve this? On the morning before he went on the campaign trail, too! The girls obviously needed setting straight before they dragged the Wallingford name any further through the mud, and cost him his seat in the Senate. As for Howard Eric Jr., that good for nothing wastrel needed to shape up fast or he could kiss his trust fund goodbye. The trips would start their re-education into responsible, hardworking responsible adults today, as God was his witness. It had been too long since he'd taken them to church; the social control of the community would help keep them out of messes like this if only they'd been more involved with the congregation before.<br/><br/>Just then, Eric's phone rang. "Senator Wallingford? This is the DCPD. We have your son Howard here, and he's spent the early morning with us." The senator's son had been on quite a bender on Saturday night, even by his own standards, it seemed. He'd been arrested for public drunkenness around 2 a.m. outside a bar after being kicked out. Seeing as this was far from Howard Eric Jr.'s first offense, the bail had been set at $500.<em>Three for three!</em>Eric thought as he hung up, poured his coffee and juice down his throat, and finished his cereal briskly. He had to make a stand. After clearing away his breakfast, he headed upstairs and rapped on the doors of his daughters' bedrooms.<br/><br/>"Brianna! Becca! Get up and come downstairs this instant!" he shouted, banging loudly on each door on either side of the corridor to wake his slutty little angels. Eric then went back down and sat down in his armchair with a stern look and the paper folded open at the Wallingford sisters photo exclusive.