She seemed to have shoes to match every outfit which did not go unnoticied by Bill. She also wore many different colors and shades of hosiery from vir...inal white to the blackest black although she most commonly wore beige or tan pantyhose. Her hemlines were all too short for stockings but that would eventually change.A few weeks later, Bill found himself alone in the back of someone's station wagon parked at a party with Melody. She was wearing a dress with pantyhose as they began to make out. You are giving me the greatest gift I could ask for." She hugged me tightly. After a few minutes, she got up and went into the kitchen. "I'll call you in a minute, Daddy. We should eat and talk."Dinner was quiet. I think both of us were lost in our own thoughts. I did as much as I could to reassure her things were going to work out, but I could tell she was still quite upset. I was upset too, but with myself, for having such a selfish initial response. I was certain she saw that in me.A touch. Call me Saul and my wife is Deborah. We’re all adults here. Speaking of which, I should call her and introduce you.”“Um ... Dad ... There’s more.”“Oh?”“I said girlfriends, remember?”“Oh, dear. This is complicated.”“I guess so. Before you call Mom, I’d like to call Melody and introduce her to you, too. We’re not exactly a couple. We’re a trio.”“Ah. A ménage à trois. You are all involved with each other?”“I love Melody every bit as much as I love Tony,” Lissa said as she pulled into a parking. "Uhhhh. No... Everything is great. I mean, this is real nice of you." The words stumbled over his tongue.Simon didn't want to dump his troubles on this lady. For the last six months, he had witnessed the worst aspects of humanity - kidnapping, rape, arson, vigilante killings, and mob violence. Everyone had shared the same scared look, wondering when it would be there turn to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.But here. Now. This was completely different. Almost like the home that he had.