"Did this woman walk into the wrong place?" Her boyfriend must work here." Surely, she must be in the wrong place."Jordan laughed to himself and thoug...t, "I'm in the right place... anddon't call me Shirley."The more populated area in the establishment right now was thissection, which was the bar. There were patrons with their handsgrasping their bottles or whisky glasses, who looked like they had beenthere for more than just a couple of drinks.Some weren't even facing Jordan, but after a few. I lived in a different direction to my friends, so each week, I would walk alone for half an hour, taking the same route at the same time. I shivered as the cold air brushed across my soft pale skin, it was summer so I was only wearing a short white dress, which was illuminated by the streetlights. My fiery ginger hair travelled down my back, forming a soft layer to fight against the breeze while I wrapped my arms around my waist, trying to make myself warmer. I hated this walk, very few. Can’t you see that?“You mean…”“I mean part of me isn’t dreading seeing him next week. Part of me is looking forward to it!”“Amanda!”“It’s true,” she started into my eyes. “Right now, part of me actually wants to be Andy’s whore!” Chapter TwelveI woke later than usual the next morning after a few hours of troubled sleep. It took a moment or two for the reality of our new situation to rush in on me. The bed next to me was empty and I could hear the shower running close by. My wife must be ridding. I didn’t...”“Come on, Dad.” She hooked her thumb in the top of the towel and threatened to pull. “You want to see your daughter naked? How about I take my towel off, I don’t tell Mom what you were doing and you buy me a new car? What do you think about that? And no more curfew? And money. I get naked and you give me money. What do you think?”“Please, just let me leave, Mary. This will never happen again, i swear.”As he moved toward the door, Mary paused and looked at the floor before speaking.