There’s a man playing relaxing welcome tunes on a piano in the corner. It all feels like an intimate wedding reception: there’s nothing to suggest...we’re at a school for budding whores. The sort of place you can tell your mother about with a smile on your face. The room is already fairly full. I recognise Miss Honeywell and Miss Jackson, chatting together, champagne glasses in hand. Several of my fellow students are here, each with a date at her side. I notice right away that not all of them. May, beautiful as she is, is a normal girl. She lived her whole life like a normal person, and her contact with abnormal things was small.While living in an abnormal world with espers, gods, devils, angels, demons, vampires, werewolves, and all sorts of weird stuff, it’s not strange that there are people like May who have lived their entire lives without contact with that sort of thing.Deep down, May was a little bored. Her current life was about working as a lawyer and caring for a child. May. I saw my friend's car and looked for our signal. He would have the d****ries closed but a magazine or newspaper propped up between the d****s and the window. I saw the paper and said, that's the room. I kissed my husband goodbye and told him I loved him. I said I would call when he should come get me. He had a sort of almost zombie-like look on his face and said OK. I got out and went to the door, looked back, knocked, and then looked back again when the door opened and my lover for the night. Kara looked at me over her shoulder - her expression mixed - and walked up the stairs towards her room; her gait unsteady.I grinned inwardly as I watched my daughter go. I knew I was pushing things as it was - liking her dad checking her out and finding it hot to spy on her parent’s was one thing; seduction was something else entirely. This level of casual flirtation was unexpected but very welcome. That said, I didn’t know how far I could push this - how much more Kara would be comfortable.