As I ascended the stairs, panic began to creep into my consciousness. Here I was, preparing to meet Mary Margaret, the teacher of my son, at her residence, and for some reason or another I was more nervous today then ever before, even on the day I had first brought Henry home. I refused to acknowledge that the nervousness might be due to a certain blonde who shared the residence with Mary, the mother of my son.
I finally reached the landing after what seemed like an eternity and knocked on the door. It was opened and I thrust out a bottle of Chablis that I had thought a good idea to bring as a peace offering for whatever offence Henry had committed while out of my sight, of course. The bottle was taken out of my hand and it was only then that I realized it was Emma standing in front of me and not Mary Margaret.
My suprise must have shown but Emma did not react. "Please come in, Madame Mayor."
It was only when I had done as I was bid, that I realized Emma was wearing a tight, strappy dress which looked good on her and showed off her curves. Her regular boots, were on, however. I wondered secretly whether she might be persuaded to keep them on when we had sex...
I mentally berated myself as I followed Emma into the living room. Here is the mother of your son dressed up, probably going on a date with Graham, your former lover, and you are ogling her!