" Hey Bill, she didn't tell you who she was. She didn't say anything until her anger showed up after the fact. You cannot blame yourself for this. Bes...des, I don't think it is the end of the world. For you to have had sex with her in these circumstances does not make you a bad guy. Your daughter was seeking to trap you into this. That much is obvious." Well, I need to figure out what she wants. What I want too. Guess I'd better get up."It was at that point that I realized that I was totally. Fred lifted her foot higher and looked at the bottom, but Sylvia could see his eyes staring around her foot and directly up her skirt. “You’re looking up my skirt, aren’t you?” she asked firmly. She wasn’t exactly angry, but wanted him to know he had been caught. Fred dropped her foot and his gaze at the same time. Sylvia was amazed at how quickly he admitted it. “I’m so sorry, Sylvia, I can’t help myself; it’s gotten worse lately. Please don’t say anything to anybody?” he pleaded softly. . Nevina’s sisters are also off limits, do you understand me?”“Mom, I am amazed you feel the necessity to say any of this, but I am a one-woman man, only April and my first love, you!”She got up and said, “I’m done ... be careful, and get your own condoms, for god’s sake!”I waited a few minutes after she left, before I got up and went downstairs. April was on the sofa, and I plopped beside her.“I’m sorry, Michael ... I really am. Are you grounded from me?”“No,” I said with a chuckle. “I told her. We always practised at night and weekends for the concert so one Saturday in walks this girl, in her 40's, with thick blonde hair put up in a pony tail and a nice figure; she was very petite and she wore glasses, (one of my weaknesses is intelligent female musicians) she played a French horn and I couldn't take my eyes off her. After practice I asked the choir director who she was and he told me that she was married to one of the trumpet players. Oh well, I thought, while I didn't pursue her I.