The encounter with Carl Delaforge in "Commutation" was a bit depressing so let’s cheer up and revisit the family from “Where did I go wrong?”, only two years later. If you haven’t read that story this will contain spoilers.

I was not feeling very well coming down into the living room that Saturday morning. What I saw there did NOT make me feel any better. The room was a mess! A ridiculously short, and expensive looking, sparkly blue dress on the floor. On the same floor some flimsy lace black thong panties featured prominently. Black 5 inch heel shoes thrown around, one on the floor, the other in an armchair. A bra, that matched the panties in material, color and sexiness, in the other armchair. Stockings, and garter belt draped across the back of the couch. A couch that by all evidence had been used to have wild, wanton sex on. Fortunately I couldn’t see any stains and the used condom had missed the carpet, Who could be responsible for this?

Cheryl? No, she’d never wear five inch heels. Wait, five inch heels? Michael!!!

I was furious. How could he do something like this? OK, so he’d been dating Roland for two years now but I hadn’t realized that they’d starting having sex. No big deal but I was disappointed that he hadn’t felt comfortable sharing this with me. Where did I go wrong?

Well, that didn’t really matter. No way was he going to act in this wanton way in our living room! I stormed up the stairs and into his room. I wasn’t concerned about his privacy not after what he’d done.

As I stormed in he woke up and sat up in the bed. There should be a law forbidding anyone to look that perky and pretty when just waking up! Especially someone that still claims to be a boy, albeit on blockers. Even the hair, while ruffled, was gorgeous. How does he do it? Hey wait that wasn’t why I was there. Focus!

When I accused him he just looked at me with big, innocent, bright blue eyes that I envied him no end. He absolutely denied being responsible or in any way involved in the mess downstairs. He hadn’t even had sex with Roland yet!

Michael is a good boy. It wasn’t he who’d had sex on the couch last night. He almost never lies. Not that he doesn’t try to evade or hide things but he almost never lies. He’s a terrible liar. That’s why I now know he’s no longer a virgin. But that is a conversation I will have with him later. If not Mike, then who?

Peter??!!!

Not sweet innocent fifteen year old Peter? He hasn’t even started dating. Could he so depraved? Could he be the kind of boy that drops his panties for the first handsome guy he meets? Oh no! Where did I go wrong?

Tears flowing I slowly descended the stairs again only to find my husband trying to remove the evidence of my second son’s debauchery.

- Hello Clive. No need to cover up. I’ve already seen it.

- Sorry Darling. I had hoped to clear up this mess before you woke up. How are you feeling today.

- Terrible! Not only do I find that Pete has had wild, wanton, debauched but protected sex on the couch but on top of that I have a headache and an upset stomach.

- Darling, what do remember of yesterday?

- Not much really. I must be more ill than I realized.

- So you don’t remember being dressed in that scandalous but very sexy dress and already slightly tipsy when I got back from work?

???

- You don’t remember telling me that you were tired of having your son looking more sexy than you and having more fun on Fridays than you?

- Nooo.

- Do you remember the rather wild place we went to and the raucous burlesque show?

My memory started coming back. Unfortunately. I vaguely remembered how I had tried to get onto stage to participate in the burlesque show.

I also remembered what Clive and I did when we got back. Where did I go so wrong? My sweet, innocent Peter was innocent! He’s still my sweet innocent Peter! He’s a good boy.

Clive on the other is not so sweet and innocent but yesterday he was exceptionally GOOD!