’ Paul looked at her over his drink and raised his eyebrows. ‘You are so polite.’ Emma took a big gulp of her drink ‘I am a mother but your ri...ght, how could we have four perfect children and one like him? The girls are all attractive, popular, get excellent grades and are good in sports. Our son Charles, and he is our son, is not as good looking, not a very good athlete and not even an average student.’ Emma said with a bit of frown. ‘Did I drink when I pregnant with him?’ A more somber Paul. She knew me well as friend and lover.I didn't dare allow myself to wallow in this pointless self pity. By dumb luck or divine intervention I had ended up on this snowy night just before Christmas, in this house with this family.I looked at Carolyn. Her beautiful face was full of concern."Just a bit tired is all ... must be getting old."She touched the side of my face, knowing full well that wasn't all, but she let it go.I looked at her. I still held the letter."Maybe Jessica and I should burn. After a few minutes went by I opened my legs a little wider so that me right leg fell against his left leg. I left it there feeling the heat of his leg against mine. I was getting hard with just this amount of body contact. I knew he was staring at me and wondering whether I was touching his leg with mine intentionally. Suddenly he pushed his leg against mine and broke contact. I immediately spread my legs wider still so that my leg pressed against his again. Now he understood that it was. " Of course he's denying everything. I won't have another high profile pregnancy here," said Mr. Ellsworth. "He's too disruptive. Please take him home until we can arrange a hearing."Mrs. B. was a pretty quiet lady and had an I'll-do-what-you-say attitude. And she couldn't stand up to Mr. Ellsworth at all. So she took me home.When we got to the car, she said, "I believe you, Chris, but what can we do?"I just nodded. Mom would have peeled a strip from Mr. Ellsworth's backside, but Mrs. B..