"Listen, I wanted to know what's going on with you and Alice."

If he had been expecting this type of talk, Stephen had imagined it would have taken another turn. Perhaps over a pizza and beer, at least somewhere that did not involve his bedroom and his dad. Especially not with his dad wearing tight jeans that accented curves and hips, resting just below flared hips that bore evidence of a thin purple thong peeking every time he moved his arms or body. Was this some sort of divine tortue for his actions towards Tonya? Last time I do a good deed for someone... Stephen looked again at his dad who was looking at him pointedly. "Oh..um..sorry, what?"

He rolled his eyes and sighed. "I asked if you were going to stand there and deny being with her. It's written over her face that she wants you. Just wondering if you're being safe, that's all."

For a moment, just a moment, he thought he detected something flash across his dad's eyes and face.