" He responded. I felt his eyes tracing my figure under my clothes, fixing on my chest, and my ass when I bent over to open the dishwasher. Changing c...othes again, I decided to wear a dark blue cocktail dress, and stiletto heels. Tyler wearing dark dress jeans, and decent shirt. Finally small talk broke to more meaningful conversation while eating for dinner. I consciously decided to forego and panties or a bra, instead trying to tempt my son. So it begins; I thought. "How are you handling your. " I played the role of the doomsayer, talking about how we had just committed ****, and not just your every day run of the mill ****, but i****t ****."If we don't go to jail for this," I told my brother, "we'll at least have to deal with Christine hating us for the rest of our lives."Joe just shook his head and said, "Don't worry about any of that shit, dude. She probably won't even remember what happened, and even if she does, she'll just chalk it up. One of the pitfalls of being a hot chick.". I ignored.“I said sorry!”, this time she was a bit louder.“I heard you the first time! Go back to sleep!”, I said with apathy.She did not say a word. She kept standing. I felt bad. I bolted up, and said sit! I went to fridge and brought the Ice-Bag.“Where?”, I asked with empathy. She looked at me, eyes still red, and lifted the dress slightly above her left knee.“Here”, she childishly said in low pitch.“How many times do I have to tell you that the Katie-girl will ruin you. But, no, you never. Tonight just had to be the night! She and Jethro had been sweethearts almost since the moment they'd met at the train station. She'd written him every day when he was in boot camp and had been so excited when he'd been sent to Quantico two years ago. It was only an hour away and she could see him almost every weekend.They'd been involved since she was sixteen and she was twenty-one now. The stammering boy she'd met had become a man, with a man's confidence and sense of purpose. And in the last.