Maybe all that drama was worthwhile after all...

It's been a couple of months, and the heat has died down enough for you to make contact with Gemma. She doesn't live too far away from the previous house she shared with her father, even though it's now quite a way from your current home. You turn up to her apartment one afternoon and knock on the door, eager to release all your pent-up sexual urges. Your mind was filled with all sorts of degenerate thoughts on the drive over, and you can't wait to see what she has in store for you. Gemma opens the door with a look of surprise, and looks absolutely incredible in her pair of skin-tight denim jeans with tears down the thighs and a flowing linen button-up shirt. You give her a hug and the two of you exchange an awkward greeting - given the circumstances you'd last seen each other in person - before you ask if you can come in to 'reconnect'.

"Umm, not right now," she replies, rather tentatively.

"What's wrong?" you ask, confused. "Is it your father?"

"Dad?" she laughs, dismissively. "I don't care what he thinks. Ummm.. so... you divorced your wife, right?"

You nod with a raise of your eyebrows, now finally free to give in to your primal desires.

"Oh. Well, how about I call you when it's a good time?" she says, stepping back into her apartment and closing the door. "It was good to see you again."