Everything in his condominium overlooking Connecticut Avenue spoke of good taste and a good income.When Emily looked at pictures framed on the walls, ...he said, "I recognize several reproductions from the National Art Gallery. The others are original." She walked over to one his book shelves. "These are impressive titles," she said, "The books have obviously been read." She picked out one book, opened it and read, "The Poetic Edda, translated from the Icelandic with an introduction and notes by. I was a little taken aback when he spurted out the words, but my heart leapt in my chest, my pulse raced, and I became excited. I had to put myself into obedience mode at the flick of a switch. I wasn’t sure I could do that. I nodded. ”Alright,” I replied, “One shall try!” We continued our meal as a normal couple, joking, laughing, telling each other stories some of which were sexual based. We teased each other profusely. Then the time had come. We arose from the table and made our way to two. My first thought was that it was my younger brother, who can smell a good bottle of wine being opened from miles away; also he'd said that he would call round over the weekend and for him a day late was still pretty good.Smiling, I headed to the door, knowing that Paul invariably cheered me up.To my utter astonishment it was a very nervous Amanda at the door. Already smiling, the initial sight of my dream girl filled me with joy. I quickly and enthusiastically invited her in. As I followed her. "Your father's going to get home any minute. If he sees us like this-" she started."Maybe he'd like to join us then. The three of us. Hey, that'd be a good one. Maybe we could get a foursome going-you know, like bridge," Byron said as he started dragging her back to the living-room couch."Oh, God, don't, honey. Oh, Christ, if he sees us!" Julie wailed as she felt her son's grip tighten with every passing second. She looked into Byron's eyes and saw that he was determined to fuck her. But it was.