Shit show though." I'll be sure not to tell her." I finished the beer and stood up to leave. I made a mock bow and left.I don't think he believed my s...ory, but then again, neither did I really. In the thirty odd years I've graced the world with my presence, I've seen many things on television that constitute a new low, a new scrapping of the barrel, but this takes this piss. It makes Ghost Hunting with The Only Way is Essex seem avant guarde.The idea was simple: a camera crew follows a member. Kris was just wearing a pair of loose-fitting nylon shorts, no shirt and no shoes or socks."I have a question, Kris. We have always been close and able to talk about anything and everything. Would you be honest with me? Do you think I am attractive? Why won't a guy even approach me for a date? Are my tits too small, too big, is my ass too big, my nose? What the FUCK is wrong with me?" Calm down, Kim. You are a beauty just like our mom. In fact, your tits are a little bigger, your ass a little. "And how you need to get fucked! Dad has been ignoring you, and he's been treating you like a bastard. Wouldn't it be a wonderful irony if you got it on with his partner while he was just in the next room?" Symphony, don't be silly! We'd never get away with it. Jack would catch me and skin me alive."Symphony stood up and downed her drink in two big gulps. "You just get ready," she said over her shoulder, then walked to the study.Symphony walked into the study unannounced and found the men. Next door, Tom's daughter was outside, talking to her boyfriend on the phone, smoking a cigarette, the red tip glowing in the dark with each puff. I heard her laughing and the faint sound of her voice, as she talked with him. I thought of you again, of you on your balcony, laughing sometimes as we talked.Since the night was so warm, I opened the windows in the bedroom and slept with just a pair of loose shorts and a thin blanket. I thought of you, and wondered what it would be like to have you.