I had to man up. Put my big girl panties on. I hit the bottom floor landing and took a deep breath before continuing my steps. I walked over into the...living room, where I sat on the sofa. I looked around and saw that my father was nowhere to be seen. I grabbed a blanket; it was chilly wearing practically nothing. I tried to keep my breath steady, and when I was finally able to get it somewhat under control I saw my father at the top of the basement stairs. In the basement was where my father's. We headed straight to the balcony when we entered so we could grab a table near the rail overlooking the stage. I immediately bought Julie a drink. Then, since the club was still fairly empty I told Julie it was time to give up the sweater and she did. From that point on I had a blast, and after a few drinks, and once the main act went on (who Julie loved) so did she. This all took place a few years back and I should have written about it then when it all was fresh, but I’ll tell you some of. Two individuals were brought together by circumstance to share an illicit day of sexual adventure that neither has been able to forget. You can try to dissect their motives or judge the morality of what they did that day. I have tried and failed. The consequences could have turned out very differently, leaving much larger footprints in their lives. But they didn't. In that sense, these two lovers escaped judgment. Instead, with barely visible tracks in the snows of time, they each remember that. There, I’ve said it—a lifetime. I’m completely sure. I know it’s the kind of thing a lot of people say, but I can’t imagine loving anyone else. Hugo’s who I want, and all I want. So let’s get that ID and do the doctor thing and move along.It takes several days before I’m satisfied that Hugo’s retarded act will pass muster. We can’t practice too long at any one session, he starts to get antsy and impatient; but he has to be good enough that he doesn’t raise suspicions.Once I’m sure he’s got it.