"Bullock!" Hayley said in shock, scrambling for her pants and pulling them up over her bare hips. Bullock laughed, casually pulling out a clorox wipe and scrubbing down the top of the desk. Hayley shifted her hips uncomfortably and ran her hands through her hair. She pulled her signature headband out of her pocket and stretched it over her head. She heard her father coming down the hallway, so she took her place across from Bullock, who was now sitting primly at his disinfected mahogany desk. She crossed her arms and glared at him, enduring Bullock's last wink before the office door creaked open.

"Ah, come in, Smith." Bullock said, smile wide. How could he do it? How could he look so proper and put together so quickly? She was sure the evidence of their indiscretion was written all over her, her body tingled and she felt hot and ragged. Her hair was surely a mess, and she felt weird and dirty in her jeans without underwear.

"Your daughter has put up quite the battle, Smith." Bullock said, gesturing to Hayley. She felt herself blush, which made her angry, "But I think I've set her to rights."

"Did you apologize?" Stan said, staring down his daughter disapprovingly. She crossed her arms and glared at Bullock.

"No, I didn't." She said, raising an eyebrow.

"But I believe we've come to terms, eh Hayley?" Bullock said, eyebrow raising. Surely Stan could see the lascivious way he looked at her, the suggestive twinkle in his eye. Hell, couldn't he smell the sex in the air? The room was heavy with it. But, in true Stan fashion, he was too self-absorbed to notice anything other than what he expected to see. Bullock had planned on it.

"We're just going to have to agree to disagree." She said, returning his look. Bullock smiled softly and chuckled.

"I can see where she gets her spit, Smith." Bullock stood and came around the desk, approaching Stan and putting an arm around his shoulders. Hayley noticed with a sly grin that Bullock's fly was unzipped.

"I'm so sorry, Sir-"

"Nothing to be sorry for, old chum." Bullock said, all smiles, "It's evidence of your strong presence, even if your views are different. I want that kind of man, Smith. I want that kind of man to be my deputy."

"What, Sir, do you mean-"

"You tell me, Deputy Deputy Director Stan Smith." Bullock said with a sly grin. Stan's face lit up with excitement.

"Really sir? Are you serious?"

"Of course I am, Smith!" Bullock said, taking Stan's hand in his and shaking it vigorously. Stan was dazed with happiness.

"Oh my God, sir. Thank you!"

"I do expect something from you in return, though." Bullock said, shying a glance at Hayley.

"Anything, sir!" Stan said. Hayley's throat closed, hoping that Bullock wouldn't say something that would give away their connection.

"I want to have dinner with your family." Bullock said, "This Saturday, eh? I've heard your wife is quite the chef."

"From who?" Hayley snarked, but Stan was too ecstatic to even notice. In a wash of praises, Stan took Hayley by the arm and dragged her out of Bullock's office. The last thing she saw was Avery's smug face as he blew her a small kiss.


The family was rushing around in preparation for Avery Bullock's arrival. Francine had styled her hair large and wore a blue 50's style dress complete with apron. She had pressed Stan's suit and he stood straight, his chest puffed out with pride as he surveyed the house. Steve was also in a suit and looked more like Stan than he ever had in his life. Roger was locked in the attic, much to his chagrin, and Hayley had been told to wear a dress and pin her hair back from her face instead of wearing her headband. She replied to the request with the same amount of bitching as she always did, but secretly wanted to comply. It was a little sick that she wanted Avery to see how beautiful she could be.

"All right, family." Stan said, lining them all up in a row in front of him, "I expect everyone to be on their best behavior tonight. Francine, make sure dinner is perfect. Steve, no weird nerd stuff tonight, okay? Just cool it down. Hayley." He turned to his daughter, eyebrows coming together in seriousness, "No liberal bullshit tonight, okay? He is my boss, he just promoted me, you will respect him."

"We'll see, dad." Hayley said, crossing her arms.

"None of that sass!" Stan said, "You'd better watch it or I'll march you outside and you can sleep with that bum you broke up with who is still outside my house."

Hayley cast a glance out the front window. Jeff's van was, in fact, still outside. She wondered briefly why Stan didn't have the van towed if he hated it so much, but she brushed the thought aside. If she really wanted to start a fight with Jeff, she could have asked him to move the van. No. on the other hand, he would have just said 'okay' and attempted to push it out. Alone. Like an idiot. She felt her eyes rolling at the thought of it and she turned back to her father.

"I'll be good." She said. Stan gave her a solemn nod and clapped.

"All right, Smiths! To your places!"

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