It lay just off the kitchen in a small nook.“Yes,” I answered. “They have to be washed.” I bit my lip. “Naila had an accident.”“I though... she grew out of that years ago.”“I left clean sheets on Ranya’s bed,” I added, dumping in the detergent. “But these need to be cleaned before they stain.”He threw his fork down on his plate, cleaned of food. He gave a loud belch and stumbled off to his bedroom. I let out a relieved breath. The controls clicked as I twisted them. Then the washer machine. "You got a tattoo?" I ask, ignoring the beer."What?" he looks at me. "No. Why? You got one?" Yeah. I got 'Harmless' tattooed on my ass," I laugh though and it spoils the joke, but he doesn't get it anyway."Yeah? Slice bitch, why'd you do that?" he's laughing too. "Lemme see it!"'No! I ain't gonna show you my ass." I look out the window wondering where we're at. "Hey, where we at?" I ask the driver loudly. He tells me 43rd, getting close."You lie. You ain't got no tat anyway!" the punk sneers.I. Need me to make any other calls?”“No. I called my parents and your dad already. He and your mom will probably come up in a month or so.”“Remember, I’m leaving for London on Saturday evening.”“Do you want to see your nephew before you go?”“I’ll leave that up to Stephanie,” I said. “I can stop by on Saturday after karate if it’s OK with her. If not, I’ll see David when I get back.”“One sec,” he said.I heard a muffled conversation and he came back on the line.“Come by Saturday before you leave for. "Thank you, daddy. You look very handsome too." They had finished dinner and were having more drinks as the waiter cleared the dishes from the table. The band was playing some delightful music as Ted stood up and offering his hand to Mandy gestured toward the dance floor which she gladly accepted. Ted was having trouble keeping in mind that this was his daughter, and as they were dancing very close, he began having an erection. He moved slightly back hoping she hadn't noticed, but it was.