I was pretty sure that was a little bold for Emma.“You let him fuck you,” came Ashley’s giggle. “All I did was flash him.”“You’re still ... slut.”“I learned it from you.”It went on like that. I looked around. I saw the backpacks Emma and Ashley had been wearing when they got back from the run. They were the kind that kids like to wear these days, that are more of a cloth sack and the cords that hold it closed go around the shoulders. You couldn’t put anything heavy in something like that, and I. " He immediately thought about that too, because he was pretty sure his worries about his beautiful daughter were pretty close to what all parents worried about when it came to a gorgeous, nubile teenage girl."So... ?" Her unvoiced question was obvious."Actually, I can come up with a ticket for your chaperone. The only problem is that it won't be in the owner's box. It's too late to swing that. Now, as for the room, that's no problem at all. We have a whole floor of the hotel, and I can have. ... Let's go back about six months.I had just started a day gig at Arnold's Music as a guitar and music theory teacher. I did studio gigs and played with a couple of bands, always hoping. The teaching gig helped fill in the holes left by my bills.All this 'me time' didn't leave many open spaces for someone else in my life. At least that is what I told myself when I was sitting home alone and not playing music. It is easier than thinking no one was interested. To think, I started playing music. "Oh, don't be silly,call me Grace, we're not at work now.. Listen, what do you want todrink?" Uh, thanks Grace," I replied, then said a little awkwardly, "I wouldn'tmind a glass of wine, but I'm afraid you'll have to pay. They, er, don'tleave me any money you see, and I can't use my credit card ..." Of course, don't worry about it," she said and signalled a waiter.After our drinks had arrived, she read the question in my expression,leant forward and said quietly: "Look, I'm not here on the.