I thought I might ask her about it later.Once I'd finished emptying the car, I started on the bags in the kitchen.Mother walked in and suggested I put...on an apron so I wouldn't get myclothes messed up. I looked at her like she was crazy. I was wearingjeans and a grubby shirt, not concerned about my clothing at all. ButMother insisted and handed me an apron, so I put it on. It wasn't allgirly and feminine, but it was one of those long ones. A halter style,Mother informed me. I thanked her and. Which led to our conversation about sex, relationships, and Jessica asking me if I'd ever been with someone younger. I admitted that, yes, when I was younger, I had been with someone significantly younger. To which she asked me if I'd done anything like that in the recent times. To which I said no.When Jessica asked me, straight out, if I'd ever be with her, I found myself getting increasingly turned on, hornier than I had been (even when having sex with my wife earlier that night), and curious. Unfortunately Sheila opened the door to the basement instead and then promptly went arse over tip down the stairs. As quick as I tried to be, I wasn’t able to get there in time when I saw Sheila turning the wrong way. Did I shout a warning to her? I really couldn’t remember, I just saw her disappearing through the cellar door. The ambulance arrived surprisingly quickly and Sheila was hauled off to casualty. Luckily Sheila hadn’t broken any bones, the Docs said that was most likely because she. ‘And now, Professor, suppose you continue with your tale?’ Sophia grinned as she looked down at my reaction to her teasing. She moved her hand another inch closer and then stopped. What sweet torture! In low tones, I began the story. ‘Dean woke up at 27th & Arapahoe Streets, badly bruised and with some bleeding. When the paramedics came and carted him off to Denver Health, he had no identification, and at first they and the police thought that perhaps he was a drug customer who had been robbed.