I leaned against the closed door, taking in the muffled sounds. God, the sax was such a sensual instrument! So damn expressive... I sighed with pleasu...e, my body growing warm at the mere sound of the melody. I couldn't take it any longer; I had to see the musician behind the music that was slowly turning me on in the abandoned, dimly lit hallway.Gently, I opened the door to the recital hall. Just a crack. In the middle of the harshly lit stage stood perhaps the best-looking man ever to walk the. Then, as I am about to walk out the door, I ask her the $64,000 question. “Are you sure that this baby is mine?”Well, she goes bats shit insane again. Hell, she ought to. Her plan could completely unravel if there is ANY question about my paternity. Oh, she’s really screaming now. How dare I question her morals. Do I think she’s a slut. I’m just trying to weasel out of my responsibilities ... blah, blah, blah, yadda, yadda, yadda.I’m not really mad. I’m kind of embarrassed for her. But since. As for Roberto Reyes, well, have you ever heard the myth about the hot Latin lovers? Well all that can be said is that with Roberto, it was no myth. He was actually able to bring all three Anderson girls to powerful orgasms at the same time, by himself, while doing all the work.Everything was going great for everyone, and everybody was totally happy.Well almost everybody.Amy walked into the girls' room one day after school to clean up and she heard some sobbing and turned startled, she hadn't. ”“Oh, shit.”“I’m not your accountant. I took care of the business taxes and coordinated with the tax man, but you have to file your own income tax.”“Isn’t there some kind of family filing we have to do?” I asked. Shit! How were taxes for a plural domestic partnership figured?“Not this year. We weren’t registered for 2021. That’s just something else we have to deal with now that we’re...” Sophie’s voice faded off and she looked far away. I wrapped her in my arms.“Now that we’re a family,” I.