“Mrs. Whelan, I’m not, and will never be the biological father of the little boy. I may become his father by adoption, in case Miss Downs and I ge... married, someday.”I knew that she was rich, not filthy rich, but comfortably rich. She had the money and her husband - with a wandering eye - had a respected name. Almost a perfect match, I guess. However, I was not fully prepared to see Mrs. Whelan smile. In fact, I had liked her frown better.“I see. But Mr. Hart, I’m sure that even a successful. Billy put the mower away, glanced at the job he had just finished, smiled and went up the back steps and knocked on the door. Mrs. Mears, also smiling, invited him into the kitchen and drew him a big glass of water. “Have to get my checkbook,” she said, “be right back.”Bill sat and rested, feeling healthy and satisfied with having done another good job, mentally totaling up his college fund, both the taxable part from mowing lawns and doing odd jobs and the tax-free presents he had been getting. ” I didn’t get any further. “I know who you are.” A grin developed across your face and, turning to your friends, you said, “Excuse us.” As your hand slipped under my elbow and steered me to the end of the bar. Then looking down at me you said one word: “Yes?” My mouth was dry and my throat closed, so I just nodded as you steered me on to a table at the side of the room. As we sat I was aware of your eyes following all the contours of my body. “Why are you here? On-line you said never – and. And we each spent as much time eating, sleeping and just being at the other girl's houses as we did at ours. So it was no surprise when we told our parents that we wanted to go up to my uncle's summer cabin for a week after graduation. And it came as no surprise to us that all three parents said, "Hold on, we need to talk about this a bit." But, eventually, they relented and we got it set up and one week after graduation ceremonies were completed, the three of us set out for our very first.