They both are. So get off the age kick. Discounting age, whom do you blame?" Darrin, damn it!" I disagree. If they're involved, I'd be willing to bet ... in fact, I'll give you ten to one odds - that Carrie seduced Darrin, not the other way around. Wanna bet? Ten bucks for a hundred." I'm not a gambler," he grumbled. She had won every bet he had ever agreed to make with her."If she did the seducing, not Darrin, will you still blame your son?" Yes, damn it, and don't ask me why, except I believe. As I turned onto the street adjacent to the one I lived on I saw Mr. Anderson's house loom ahead of me. My parents often told me I shouldn't hang around his house but I never got why. He often had parties with a lot of guys but he was always nice to the neighborhood k**s, buying anything we were selling for school or clubs. I walked up to his door and rang the doorbell. After a few minutes the door opened and I saw that he was only wearing a bath robe. Mr. Anderson stood well over 6 feet tall,. He took to the habit of saying something when he went by, like hello sweet thing, I sure do like your leg’s, or I like the way your butt cheeks wobble when you run. He would grin and run by. I would just grin and try to ignore him. One morning though, he was standing there grinning, waiting for me to run by. When I did, he grabbed my by the arm and pulled me into the bushes along the trail. And when he did, he put a piece of duct tape over my mouth. I was so surprised I didn’t know. Maybe she went out for groceries. He started to walk towards his bedroom. He wanted to change out of his suit and take a quick shower. Pulling off his tie, he glanced into Amanda's bedroom as he walked past. It was empty. He stopped for a moment thinking about his 12-year old daughter. She had changed this past year. On the brink of womanhood, Amanda was part little girl, part woman. These past four months of unemployment had given him an opportunity to get to know his daughter better. They had.