On a hunch, Don started to investigate the first marriage of Byron Carbonet. He paid a few public servants to dig up the sealed records for his divorc... from his first wife. Don found out that the first wife had been an alcoholic and that Eileen was not really Byron Carbonet's daughter. Eileen was the product of a one-night stand that her mother had with one of her drinking buddies. Byron Carbonet filed for divorce when Eileen was five years old. He had found out that Eileen was not his daughter. Dire.Without remembering to lock her computer again, Suzanna dashed like a crazed woman for the bathroom. She nearly knocked over one of her male associates, Mr. Thomas Fisk, in the hallway. He turned and watched Suzanna bolt through the bathroom and made a mental note to talk with his boss about Suzanna's behavior.She burst through the door and sat on the toilet. The heat grew inside of her. Her breathing was shallow. Wicked thoughts filled her mind. She freed her hair from the ponytail. " "We've been exchanging messages. I live just round the corner from here."We walked the two minutes from the bus stop in silence. I fancied him - he was a little older than me, great body, well built, nice arse. We got to his house, and went straight into his bedroom. I stood there for a few seconds, unsure of myself... until I saw him strip naked. His cock was already half-erect. One look at his body and his growing erection got rid of my nerves. I was surprised at how aroused I was but I. Like, it wouldn't really be wrong if we, well..." Made love?" Yeah." I definitely did not see that response coming. "I wanna know what you think. Do you think we should?" I, well, I..." I started stammering, and rubbing my forehead. Finally, my sister cut in."Uh, look. I'm gonna go to my room. If you want to come with me..." She paused, and then got up and left.I sat there for a moment, in thought. Do I really want this? What if this makes things weird between us? Then again, the confession may.