She ... umm ... decided to go somewhere else." So, what you are trying to tell me, is that there isn't a naked girl coming?" Umm ... yes!" Melinda squ...aked.Derek looked up and down Melinda's body and said, "Well, if she isn't coming, I still see a girl in here who could get naked for us!"Melinda's eyes opened a little, and she said, "I didn't promise them a striptease, only a naked girl. That girl was on ADP, so she wouldn't have had a choice." Hmm, a striptease! That sounds great," Derek said. It was the movement of his neighbour looking out of the window which snapped him back into the present. He turned off the ignition and walked into his house. What to do, what to do, he kept thinking, would she come home, what will he say, his daughter a whore, oh my god twisting around and around inside. He went into the lounge and sat down. He sat in the dark, the flood of emotions swamping his mind, fighting each other, his lust and desire rising up, while his guilt and morals fought to. “Look Joey, I’m sorry. I really am. I’ll gather the rest of these clothes and just leave them here in the basket. I’ll put them away later so you can... ... You know ... Deal with that.” {And by that, I meant deal with that baseball bat between his legs. He looked like he was on deck and planning on swinging away}My son looked up at me. He looked a little confused for a second like he didn’t know what I meant, like maybe masturbation was some kind of foreign concept reserved for mean old. That sounds like fun, actually." Great!"It wasn't the first time they'd had a meal, or at least a snack, together. It was far from the first time they'd told each other things about themselves, but on that occasion, Emma found herself expanding on the superficial account she had given of how she'd come to be at the Rectory; how she'd run away from an abusive fostering, been picked up by members of a group who had intended to rape her and several other young girls in a purportedly Satanist.