"Oh shit! This was scary, because I was out of the loop, and I was neverout of the loop. Hell, it was my own company, or the equivalent.Besides, I t...ought she was my spy. "Can you tell me?" I asked meekly.She looked at me as if I were a creature from outer space. "Well, Paul,thank you for asking so sweetly! But I'm sworn to secrecy."Another knee-weakening sign: Estelle had never called me anything butMr. Ickman. So we weren't talking about a surprise half-birthday partyor anything so. But it allowed me to suppose that what Donnie did outside the marriage wouldn't mean as much.Andrew's just can't say no to us. He will do anything we ask; anything. He sometimes appears to be the same way with the children but it isn't true. He's an easy-going person who can be a strict father when necessary.We've known for a very long time that if we ask Andrew for something, he won't think twice about giving it to us. It sounds like I am blaming Andrew but I'm really blaming ourselves. We. .. not right.As he contemplated, there was a sudden thump on the back of his feet. Normally, he might've been able to stand his ground, but today he was distracted and caught off guard. Marco's feet flew forward, and the rest of his body hit the ground.Lying on his back, he was about to get up, but a split second later, there was something heavy suddenly pressing down on his head, keeping him on the ground.Whatever it was, it was blocking too much light for Marco to see it clearly. It was soft,. Her face was even more beautiful when she laughed."What happened?" I asked.Her face became instantly serious. "They raped me," she said.I know I reacted, I was shocked. She looked at me carefully. "Well, maybe it wasn't exactly rape," she said."Maybe we should call the cops," I suggested."No. I'll tell you the whole story. I won't leave anything out," she said. "And then you can throw me out because I know I'll disgust you."I should have known by the address, a plain door just down the street..