No, she had no help for him there. She couldn't even help herself. There was no reconciling what either of them had been doing with each other to any ...orm of normalcy. Maybe they were both just fucked-up people. Or maybe she was reading too much into it. His expression changed to one of grim acceptance, and he looked away from her."I have some cams set up around here. Had them in my basement last weekend, too. I'll send a copy of all the video footage to you," he offered."No, you can't!" she. ”“Hah! That’s good, I like that. Fuck what everyone else thinks, right? I’m the same way. And also—it’s like, I always wanted a little sister, you know? We’re only five years apart, I just thought it’d be cool. You seem like this cheeky brat, but like, you could be my bratty little sister. I like that.”“…I’m not a brat, though.”“Uh-huh. Well, listen. I never grabbed any photos at the time, ‘cause I was like, all weirded out, but I did snatch this.” Samantha leaned over across Emily to pop open. I still haven’t told Bev that we’re being regularly watched, and although I’m sure she wouldn’t make a big thing over it, she might not be keen to let him see any more. I’m happy however just to carry on doing what we do and have some more fun with it. We’ve had another couple of lazy Sunday mornings sessions since the first time I saw him, and he’s been given quite a show I can tell you! My own “performances” have been as much for his benefit as Bev’s…and he’s been treated to some pretty. All the regulars at the Sanitary Café spoke to each other. They also knew everything about every other regular. A nosier bunch could only be found at the retirement home down the street. The Sanitary was the only truly integrated place on earth. Half the customers were black and half were white. At the Sanitary, if you were white you better have thick skin. I have very thick skin.The atmosphere might be lousy, but the food was wonderful. It was mostly heavy with animal fat, but damn it tasted.