He held his breath.Oscar looked at the old man and smiled. In Hebrew, he said, “I am not the one who will enter this gate.”The old man let out his...breath with a sigh of relief. He waved a hand in a dismissive gesture and said, “Don’t scare an old man like that. Times are too dangerous to play around. Someone could think the wrong thing and kill you.”Nodding his head, Oscar said, “I’m pretty sure that anyone who kills me will be thinking the wrong thing.”“That’s always the case,” the old man. While watching the movie, she fell asleep and her head drooped over onto my shoulder. I got an instant boner and that is when I hatched a plan that I had never thought of before. It was devious, just plain wrong and so unlike me but I had never considered that I would ever be in a position to make this one fantasy come true. She was vulnerable, a little drunk and sleeping on my shoulder. I might never have another shot at this. After the movie, we returned to the bar and had another drink. I. Instead I fell into that "Just one more and then I have got to go" mode and it kept on being "just one more." I felt so damned guilty the next morning. It was my own fault that I got into that situation and I didn't want you to ever know."I loved her; I trusted her and I could see how it happened so we put it behind us. Well, that wasn't strictly true. I have always been a strong believer of "Trust, but verify" and on separate occasions I 'ran across' Carol and Cora and thanked both of them for. The sounds I was hearing were probably coming from Amy, the petite 16 year old cheerleader who lived next door. She was a very attractive dark haired beauty, with medium length black hair, and a very nice tan, which I had enjoyed seeing her work on several times. She had watered my dogs before when I was on business trips, so we were fairly well acquainted. As I peered over the fence, about to ask what was wrong, I was stunned into silence, which was a good thing, as it turned out. Amy had.