Angel was standing in a doorway waiting for me. She stood there with her head tilted to one side, eyes wide, lips pursed, a stern look on her face. Th...n she smiled and rubbed her pussy as she disappeared into the room.I walked down the hallway, calmly, with Phil walking a few steps behind me. I entered the bedroom, and Angel was already on the bed with her legs open, motioning to me and staring at me with those beautiful and scary eyes.Angel was staring into my face with an almost desperate. "Can I have one glass of wine with dinner, like I do sometimes at home? You know Josie doesn't care but you'll have to tell Wayne ... Okay, here he is."I heard the voice of my father in law telling me to loosen up a tiny bit and let Alyssa have a glass of wine. He told me she did it at home all the time and kids far younger than her drink wine all the time in Europe. He went on to tell me it was better for her to have an occasional drink at home than to go out and binge drink with her friends. Slowing us down furtherwas that little stop we made on route to the party.That, I admit, was my idea.I'll never forget the look on your face as I pulled over to theside of the road and shut off the engine. One glimpse into myeyes told you just how fed up I was with your c***dish behaviorand I'm sure you knew exactly what I was going to do about it.You once told me there's a look I get, a certain curve in mybrow just before I take you in hand- a look that makes yourmouth go dry and your ass. I quietly stepped up to my room, put on an old Stevie Ray Vaughn CD real low and pulled off my clothes. For a brief moment I wished she would come up again, but a vision of her struggling over a algebra problem with her ponytail falling over her shoulder told me how wrong it was.I am not sure how long I was out, but the CD had finished and the house was quiet. Quiet enough for me to hear another's breathing. As soon as I heard it, I knew. I opened my eyes towards the ceiling and then glanced.