That wasn't as easy to accept as she made itsound. She could see she'd concerned me."Hey, listen, it'll be ok. If Mr Williams could do this to us, he ...asto be able to undo this. We will figure it out. Now that it's the twoof us, we will do this, ok?" Ok..." knowing we were in it together did help, but the naggingconcern of never being the guy I had grown up as again scared me."I'll meet you at yours tomorrow for class, ok?" Class?" My eyes widened. "I can't go to class! Not looking like. ”I said mildly, “Why didn’t you just call me up and confront me. You’ve never been shy about confronting me over anything in the past?”She said, “I teach third grade. I don’t know anything about computer tricks. To me, PICTURES NEVER LIE.” I had never heard such anguish in anybody’s voice as she said those last three words. She lapsed back into crying,Then she snuffled and said, “You saw what I thought you were doing and I guess I couldn’t face having that confirmed.”She said ruefully, “I was. .. just for everything. You've just been so cool about all this. I know you guys aren't mad about everything that's happened. But you ... you especially have been so good to me, Daddy S." Well, Lizzie," Nate said softly, "I really, really care about you." I know you do." The rest of the room faded away for Lizzie, and for a few moments she felt only herself and Nate in the bed together. "Daddy S, I..." Lizzie leaned into Nate for a kiss."Me too, Lizzie," Nate said without letting her finish. "Bill seems to have forgotten what tools are for."I raised an eyebrow and Jean blushed a little as she spotted her unintentional double entendre."Mine is kept in good condition by constant use," I said with a wink.Jean turned beetroot red. "You are awful teasing me like that," she finally whispered.I leaned in close, smelling a delicate flowery scent and whispered, "Who's teasing?" And left to go to my shed to get some screwdrivers and a wood plane, leaving a furiously blushing and slightly.