"I'm hardly dressed," I said, trying to back out."Oh nonsense!" she smiled. "You're perfectly presentable and it's not like I haven't seen a man in a ...athrobe before."Yes, but not this man, I thought as reluctantly I invited her in to the lounge and offered her a coffee. She accepted and I brought it through and saw she'd laid out a pamphlet and a plan on the coffee table and indicated for me to sit next to her as she launched into a sort of prepared spiel. I listened carefully but was becoming. " And now he producing a flick knife from his pocket. Seemed like three aces might be a winning hand."How did you get in?" Never mind, dear. I'm here, you're here. That's what matters. But; if you have to know, for future reference like, well the dustbin round the back gives a leg up to that hall window. The catch isn't very secure on that window is it?" He waved the knife meaningfully at her. She looked confused. "Take it off, stupid. Let's see the goods" She wore the face of a frightened girl. “Oh! I was looking for Miss Webster. Apparently she asked to see Melissa DiMartino,” with that he stepped sideways and I saw Melissa was standing behind him.Melissa was in my class and was the sister of Laura who Tara hung around with. You know, Laura DiMartino, the queen of all bitches. Melissa wasn’t nearly as bad as her sister. She kept pretty much to herself but she often spoke up in class and had good ideas and asked sensible questions so I figured she was pretty smart. She mostly left me. Slowly and gently, she descended. With each step, Michelle was deathly afraid that a board might squeak. She managed to reach the bottom of the steps without retreating in fear. The living room door was open but she did not hear the TV. Instead, she heard a rapid slapping sound. She reached her head around the door. There lying on the couch was her father. His robe was open wide and his shorts were on the floor alongside.Michelle held her breath. As she watched in wide-eyed amazement, her.