His huge hand on my shoulder sent warm waves of relief through my body, immediately relaxing me. It felt so good to have a person on my side."So here'... what we are going to do. I'm going to do my best to shelter you from the other boys, because I don't think they are going to understand, so we'll be doing our own activities and hopefully camp will become a little more enjoyable, how does that sound?" I nodded my head, I hoped he couldn't see my tears of relief on my wet face. "Good, now rinse. On Saturday I went to the concert and I got a seat up close. I bought a T-shirt and got a signed CD too. I didn’t even care what time I got home.Dad stopped me at the door and asked me what I had been up too. I replied, “I went to the concert thanks to you.”Of course he asked, “Thanks to me?”I said, “Yeah, you fucked my hooker in the ass and then you gave her two hundred dollars. Thanks! That’s what I had asked you for in the first place.”Dad said, “At least I got a fuck out of it.”That was. "Lissa, please don't cry," he said softly. "I'm sorry for yelling at you. It's for your own sake that I say these things." I know," she said. "You want what you think is best for me. But you're wrong this time, Daddy. What's best for me right now is Alya." I'm sorry, but I just can't accept that." But you haven't even met her!" Lissa ... You just can't do this."She sighed, taking a moment to collect herself. She wiped the tears from her eyes and stood up straight to help her confidence. "I'm. "No, no, no." He stopped but didn’t move off of her. Confused, he wondered what he'd done. His hesitation made it easy for Connie to slip out from under him, but he recovered before she could leave the bed. Connie tried to free herself, holding back tears. She'd gotten carried away and forgotten about her leg. My alligator skin leg, she thought bitterly. Everything else had fled her mind—concerns about her weight, about the pretending, about the nightmare—until Simon had almost bared her leg..