The next morning I woke up. I pulled on one of my dad's t shirts. Then I remembered that Laurel, was there and put on a pair of big running shorts before heading to the kitchen. Laurel was in the kitchen cooking.

"Good morning," she said.

"Good morning," I replied. "Where's dad?"

"He had to go out for a few," she said. "Would you like some breakfast?"

"Yes thank you," I replied.

We chatted for a while and again she was sweet as could be. Then she floored me.

"Your dad said you put on quite the show yesterday," she said.

I was shocked, "Oh my god," I stammered. "The...