"Then you cane to the wrong fucking place if you were expecting to stay out of trouble. You've been drinking, you're scantily clad and you're in my home. Come on, let's get a little show going," he said, waving his hand around in the air like he was ready to clap his hands and demand she dance around for him. "I take it you finally went through with a test and found out the truth. I don't think you have anything to worry about right now. From the looks of things, your degree of it won't likely increase for another few years."