They had driven into a rather secluded parking area on the side of the nearby hill a kind of lovers lane where many young couples would go to park and...neck. It had a number of trees closely surrounding the car, but afforded a wonderful view of the valley below and the now diminishing sun set and the first lights of the city. He had been telling her how attractive and beautiful she was, when the back of her seat on her side of the car suddenly snapped down, and that just as quick, she felt him. And it looked familiar as well. Then it dawned on me. Thatwas my hand. "This can't be happening" Melissa gasped, holding her new larger handout next to her normal one, comparing them. "This isn't possible" I didthe same thing she was doing, thinking the same thing. It wasn'tpossible. It just wasn't. Gulping, I looked at Melissa then glanced around the parking lot."Maybe we should continue this at home" I suggested. Melissa noddedfaintly then hurried to the passenger side. I took one more look. No; not as candid. I never could be as candid. My life has been a history of deceit, deception, and destruction. But I know I certainly, and quite reflexively, tried to be as open and free of contrivances as was she.She didn't answer me when I said that. She only smiled. It was not a lavish smile. It was not intended to beguile, and yet it did beguile. Hence it was truly a lavish smile. You see, the most lavish smiles are the true smiles. In a world of violence, viciousness, and vindictive. My mother was sent away but at least she was given a retirement income and managed to buy a small estate. I grew up knowing who my father was even if I never saw him.When I was older I went to the best schools my mother could afford and the torture began. I was the bastard and a lot more names but one stuck, prince of naught. I loved my mother but could not understand why she allowed herself to become pregnant. I was fourteen when she married a baron and I was left in a boarding school.That was.