Johnny hissed, as he stalked towards the kitchen door with Shannon still wrapped around him like ivy. "I swear to Christ if you brought some girl back here – oh fucking God!" He roared spinning around, only to see a perfect view of his parents. "What are you doing?" he choked out, horrified. "Ye freaks!"

Mrs. Kavanagh was sitting on the island counter top and Mr. Kavanagh was standing between her legs. Naked.

“Oh, Johnny, love, you're home early," his mother replied.

“Ma!" Johnny hissed as he set Shan on her feet. "What are you…oh Jesus – what the fuck are you letting him do to you?" Clutching his stomach, he gawked. "I'm going to be sick."

“Hello, Shannon, love." “Uh, hi?" she strangled out, blushing furiously.

“Cover your ass, Da," Johnny roared. "My girlfriend's in the room!"

“Sorry, Shannon.”

“Don't fucking pull out," he choked out. "I don't want to see it." Johnny covered Shannon’s eyes with his hand, and pulled her into his chest. "Don't look, Shan. Honestly, baby, keep your eyes closed. I'm scarred for life. Are you serious right now? I eat my fucking dinner on that counter – not anymore, apparently. No, I'm never eating in this bleeding kitchen again.”

“And you're supposed to be in Killarney," Johnny added.

“We're going shortly," his father replied. "We got a little distracted."

“Distracted," Johnny sneered. Narrowing his eyes, he pointed a finger at his parents. "Is this the kind of thing you get up to when I'm not around? Riding my mother in the kitchen? Huh?”