"Should you blame me, though?" Gusty G asked in his defence. Truly, he didn't deserve to get blamed for any decision I may have taken on the said day. Neither of us knew how the evening would turn out to be. It was supposed to be a 'getting-to-see-a-brother-I-haven't-seen-in-a-long-time' kind of outing. There was literally no way of foreseeing that Dora Park would make an appearance to the Cantavespri, and opt to sing as well. I give it to her though. Her singing voice was truly enchanting and mesmerizing from how I remember it.
Still, it's been clearly stated from personal experience so far that Mr Ghost guy here, lacked the ability to pin-point the exact date of futuristic events, such as when they'd happen, and even the exact event. So, it's all on me for falling prey to her seduction for whatever reason she chose to agree to have sex with me that night.
"I don't blame you, Gus. It's all a forgotten topic. I don't even like talking about it."