Today, Ms. Peterson was enjoying the long weekend at her Northern Virginia home, with family. She'd just make a short trip into the internet to check ...er mail, before brunch. There were thirty-seven routine messages, which could wait until tomorrow. There was one that would not wait, it immediately caught her attention:To: S.PetersonFrom: Flash Flash Red TomatoThe key to decrypt this message has been sent to Thomas Fitzhugh.[several lines of obviously coded message followed]She'd been on this. . I could feel the pain of that. "Well, you could certainly play volleyball," I said to her."Yeah, as if," she snorted."I take it you don't know how," I ventured."It's not just that," she said. "After practice, we're expected to shower in the gym." And..."Wendy blushed that bright crimson again. "I don't do naked well in front of other people."I laughed which only got her mad. "You of all people should understand that!" she said.I had to think for a moment before I clued in. "Oh, you mean. On my 18th birthday she asked me in a heartily cheerful way if I had anybody in mind "now that you are free to look for a wife." I replied in all seriousness, "Why do I need to look when I have you, mother? I think I could do no better than marry you." Her laughter rang out and her dark eyes shone with delight in her thin, sun-tanned face. "Remember darling, not only am I old enough to be your mother, but I actually am your mother, and secondly, be careful what you wish for, it might come. "C'mon, you'll see," was all he said.She followed him up the staircase reluctantly at first, and then feeling the spark of arousal igniting in her loins, with more haste, until on turning on the first landing she realized she was right on his heels.He laughed that casual laugh of his, and her heart fluttered a tiny bit. "Can we use your parent's bathroom?" He asked with a certain confidence."I ... I guess," she answered, feeling guilty, but of what she didn't know.Joe locked the master bedroom.