When I was 12 the house next door sold to a man from West Virginia, he had Black Lung, a young thin redhead wife and three sons around the same age as his wife. His boys had lifted pickups and he had a yellow 70 Mach 1 Mustang. He was a big fat guy sleeping in his recliner with oxygen when they would invite me in. One day went over to help work on a pickup they bought to fix up, they sent me in to get a tool box in his room at the end of the hallway. I opened the door to see her on top of the oldest son, she had freckles from head to toe. She asked what I wanted so I said the tool box. She raised up saying this is his tool and this is my box. I saw the toolbox so I grabbed it and ran. They lived there a year and a half, when the dad died they moved ack to WV. She would ask me over to fool around for the last year she lived there then she sold the house and went back home. I was 47 when a beautiful redhead 32 year old woman shows up on my door step calling me daddy. My wife had decided she was a lesbian and left so I had been single for three years so I let her live in my house to get acquainted. We drank to much and wound up in bed, no condom. She had been hating on her husband so I thought they were divorced, they weren’t she left asking if I was going to sign the birth certificate. Anyway I’m paying child support and have custody three months out of the year .