If no, we never see each other again.”I looked at her again, incredulously. “An hour? Why only an hour when it’s forty-four days away? Why is he... doing this?”“Because it’s who he is. He doesn’t negotiate and he makes decisions.”I ran my hand through my hair, “What do you want?”She shook her head, “No, you?”“No, yes, crap, I don’t know what to say. Can we possibly go that long without sex?”We went back and forth the next twenty minutes. I looked at the time she’d received the last text. We had. I had to make a decision; do I continue on with the charade or do I exclaim loudly, “you’re a dude!” Well, as you can guess I went with the former and after some drinks, we decided to leave and on the way to her house stopped and got some wine. My thoughts were running wild as we made more small talk in the car driving to her house- with her keeping up the charade and me wondering what it was going to be like fucking this guy. I could not decide how this was going to play out. I knew. I’m not sure I can say who the other man is though.”“Listen forget why we came here. About what I asked on the phone last night you don’t need to tell me...” A thought entered my mind when I said that. “Constance was never very good friends with Courtney. Yet she went over to your house yesterday and spent a lot of time there.”“Oh God.” Jessica started to cry.“My uncle Carson?” I asked. Jessica nodded. I added, “He was married at the time they lived here.”She cried even harder. When she was. “Honey, put on some clothes.”“Why? Am I ugly?”“Of course not, Lynne.”“Then why won’t you look at me?”“Because you’re naked. I’m your father.”“Why does that matter?” Lynne walked to the other side of the coffee table in front of the couch and said, “Look at me, Daddy.”Ron snapped his eyes to his daughter’s face, doing his best to ignore her nubile teen body, so blatantly on display. “Lynne – please – just put on some clothes.”Christine could see her niece’s eyes locked on the bulge in Ron’s.