She wasted no time and said, "Hello Steven it appears we have some talking to do. My daughter is telling me you had your way with her yesterday and no... we may have a problem."Christa sat across from me, her head down and hands in her lap. Apparently she had told a tale to her mother and I was now the villain. I didn't say anything to her; I figured at this point there was not much to say.Her mother continued talking, "Based on when her last period was, and her age I don't think you two have. She’s about to start her last year of high school.” Sara stopped and seemed to shake her head. “She’s smart enough for university, but she needs to get back on track. She’ll end up selling vegetables in the market if she doesn’t.”“Invite her for the weekend, Sara, so I can meet her. I’ll pay for her bus ticket.”I concealed my surprise when Roberta showed up the following Saturday. If the two were really sisters there must have been some recessive genes or whatever they’re called in that family,. Check... Twenty eye knee high Doc Martins?... Check. Today's birth control pill?.. Taken. I was ready to rock his world!I arrived just after 9pm, smelling like my fall harvest perfume. I jumped as Bill opened the door before I could knock. He was looking good himself! Black leather pants, black muscle shirt that shows off his strong arms, deep dreamy dark eyes. To get even with him startling me, I pounced on him the before he could say a word. Pushing him back into his empty dimly lit house,. Chuck shouted to his wife and daughter, "Get into the house."When the police arrived, Chuck took the blame, claiming that he had hit the boy. He wanted to protect his wife. Eventually he was found guilty of serious assault and sent to prison for four years. The victim had claimed that he couldn't remember who had hit him. Now after serving the sentence he came home.During the four years only his wife Susie visited him in prison. They had agreed that their daughter Cindy shouldn't come to prison.