"Bret broke out into a cold sweat and sat down to finish reading the letter. The letter went on to explain on how she came to this conclusion of her p...rentage and said she just wanted to know about her father. The letter contained her contact information.In the letter, Jessica mentioned her age and that her mother was Ahn Lee, a Chinese American. Bret remembered Ahn Lee fondly as both of them where students at the University of Michigan. Bret had an affair with Ahn. When the semester ended, Ahn. You can't draw worth a shit," she complained. "That's the lousiest sketch I've ever seen." What do you want from me, Ang. I can't draw, big deal. This whole thing is your idea so come up with another solution to my lousy drawing," answered Carl crossly."Wait, wait," Angie replied excitedly. "Let me get some clip art down. I know that we have a book of flowers." Angie started to rummage through the volumes on a back shelf off her office. " Here it is, let me leaf through this. Aha, here we go -. “That’s underage drinking. And now you’re making false accusations. Did you go out there to try and trap a particular guy or were you just out to party with anyone who came along?”They stopped asking questions and called my parents. Daddy was angry but I couldn’t tell if it was at my date or at me. Mom continued to go on and on about how disappointed she was in me.The next morning, when I was sober, I complained again to my parents about having been raped at the party. My dad finally took. Then off to the florist. Imagine that, all those beautiful choices and I went with roses. Returning, I cooked the meal I had planned in my head then set the table and lit candles. After the wine was poured and soft music selected I awakened you. Kneeling beside the couch I kissed you until your eyes fluttered. Kissing you I extended a hand and helped you to your feet. I pulled your chair out and seated you at the table. Standing beside you I poured you a glass of wine and kissed you softly on.