I am a 55-year-old widow with a fairly active lifestyle. My son Philip has been married three times, and has several stepchildren.

His second wife had a son named Ellis by a previous marriage, and when she and Philip divorced a few years ago, I lost contact with both her and her son, who was then 18. Not long ago, however, Ellis called me to say that he had just gotten a job in my area, and to ask if he could stay with me while he looked for a place to live. Since I had a big house and had lived alone since my husband died three years ago, I said okay.

Within two weeks of his arrival, Ellis began paying me some rather startling compliments, and making some subtle remarks that might have been interpreted as passes. I was quite surprised, as I was three times his age, and not exactly a great beauty. One night at... Read More