Mom returned, thanked me and sat back down on the couch. This time however, she was a little more careful to keep her knees together. I felt a twinge ...of disappointment, but it was not to last. After a couple beers for me and the wine for her, we both became totally relaxed. Mom was not all that interested in the movie and began reading her book. I struggled not to stare at her bare legs. She casually propped her feet up on the coffee table in front of her. The action looked innocent enough but. What choice did he have? ?Margaret! Come out here!? He called toward the house. Margaret looked up from her book. What could her father want? Her mother and her sisters all came into the parlor from different doors, all of them giving her a strange look.After a few moments her mother cleared her throat, ?You best not keep your Pa waiting.?Margaret nodded, ?Yes, ma’am,? and hopped out of the chair and trotted quickly outside her long, brown, braided pigtails bouncing. The setting sun. “After these 15 years, even now, he still isolates himself? He has never opened himself for the possibility of another woman in his life?”She glanced at me as she studied the farm country landmarks, “No, never. Stefan and I come out here several times a year to maintain contact with him and the boys. He is always warm and welcoming and generous. I believe he truly appreciates and enjoys our visits, but … no, he can’t seem to leave my sister behind.” She glanced at me, again, as if anticipating. We went back to our rooms to get dressed and then came back downstairs to clean up and put everything back in its place, spraying the area with some natural clean air freshener to clear up any lingering tell-tale scent of sex.It was less than half-an-hour until my step-mom walked into the house with my dad coming in about fifteen minutes later.Mom and I had gone into the kitchen after she returned from changing her clothes to prepare dinner. David set the table and I helped Mom do the cooking..