Then, before an answer could be given, she added, "I'm in a therapy session and need complete privacy."The way she toned the words, it was easy to see...she was used to getting what she wanted. I tried hard to suppress a smile.Downs reached out quickly, grabbed the nametag that was hanging around her neck, and gave it a hard jerk, ripping it off of her neck. This caused her to grab the chair she was sitting on, and drop the notebook on the floor. He looked at the name."Cathy Reynolds," he said. Pa had been getting way too free with his hands lately and she wanted to get away from that sour smelling old drunk. Big Sis was the answer. She hurried over to the short round-bellied bookkeeper as he got out of his car."Mister West, do you still make the trip to the City every Monday for the company?" She smiled her friendliest at him.He stopped, blinked twice and thought before answering. "Ah, yes, I still do. Why?" He looked at her again as if worried what her answer might be."I got a. She squeals and stuff when a mans fingers goes between her legs and twirls his fingers around and around in the hair that grows there. Her legs start shaking then and her knees wobble and bend and when they do the man will kneel in front of her, put his mouth on the hair between her legs and kiss her there and tickle her with his tongue and push his finger all the way past her hair and up into her body till I can't see his finger anymore. Then he tickles her inside her body. Then he pulls it. The girl’s mother lied about her age. She turned out to be only fourteen and used her twenty-two-year-old sister’s ID,” Luis said.“How did he not figure that out?” I asked.“In Cuba, fourteen-year-old girls can have more piercings and tattoos than a veteran sailor. They can fool you, believe me,” Tony said.“You need to be careful with the police. Cuba’s not like the US. If a girl is caught in the company of a tourist, even a regular girl, they may arrest her. One of my neighbors was arrested.