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Because I'm your dad. I met your mother in a bar, one dark and warm summer night. She was a bit tipsy and I was ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥. Our eyes met down the bar when I was trying to order another shot from the bartender. She approached me and asked if the seat next to me was empty. I, of course, had no objection.

When we began talking I noticed her try to slip off her wedding ring after asking me the time. She had obviously been married for some time, judging on the effort she put into removing the golden band. We talked about politics, religion and the local sports teams. I was in love with a taken woman. My head swam, I didn't know what to do, but I did know I drank far too much. I offered to get a taxi for her; I figured that's what any gentleman would do.

We walked out to the street after I paid off her tab. I waved down a cab and leaned in the door to say goodbye. Right as I was shifting my weight out to leave your mother grabbed my collar and pulled me in. I laughed and tried to exit again, but she wasn't having it. She pleaded with me. She didn't want to go back to your "father." I, again, was dumbfounded and gave in (probably because of the alcohol). I took her back to my place.

We stayed up into the wee hours of the morning talking, laughing, kissing. When we realized how early it was, we had sobered up a bit. We realized our obligations, and she mentioned the time and her responsibilities. We decided it best for her to leave. I showed her to the door and we said our farewells. I shut the door downtrodden.

I headed back upstairs to sullenly jerk one out. As I reached the 15th stair (I remember because it is discolored: my lucky stair) i heard a knock at the door. I whirled around so fast I almost fell. I jogged down the stairs to the door and unlocked it. As soon as the lock clicked to its natural, unlocked position, it swung open almost smashing into my chest. Your mother had returned. She confessed her love to me right then. She was pouring her soul out to me. She was crying. I stood there, not knowing what to do. Then I decided. I leaned over and whispered this in her ear:




Gonna find my baby, gonna hold her tight
gonna grab some afternoon delight.
My motto's always been; when it's right, it's right.
Why wait until the middle of a cold dark night.
When everything's a little clearer in the light of day.
And you know the night is always gonna be there any way.

Sky rockets in flight. Afternoon delight. Afternoon delight.

Thinkin' of you's workin' up my appetite
looking forward to a little afternoon delight.
Rubbin' sticks and stones together makes the sparks ingite
and the thought of rubbin' you is getting so exciting.

Sky rockets in flight. Afternoon delight. Afternoon delight.

Started out this morning feeling so polite
I always though a fish could not be caught who wouldn't bite
But you've got some bait a waitin' and I think I might try nibbling
a little afternoon delight.

Sky rockets in flight. Afternoon delight. Afternoon delight.

-It was the best sex I had ever had. You were conceived.
+rep me, ♥♥♥♥♥♥-son.