Well while I learned most of what I didn't know.All that is just to kind of help me understand where I was that Saturday night. Dad had been gone from...the business for over a year. He came in to help me out four times in that year. Each time we had pizza and too much to drink sitting at my kitchen table. Actually I guess it was his kitchen table, since he let me stay in the house as long as I paid the taxes, utilities and did the upkeep on the place.We talked about things while we drank, Things. " Now once more."There was a catch in his voice as he said "You are very beautiful." He paused, then "and your bush matches your hair." He had a luminous smile on his face, his hands held my hips, and he kissed me on my belly.After a few second he stood and looked directly into my eyes. "Please take off my bottoms."When I couldn't push them over his hips, I got flustered. He showed me where the string was and I undid it. I squatted as I slowly drew them down. I lifted his left foot out and. “Well, let’s go, girl,” I said to my reflection in my haughtiest Bostonian accent. “Jon’s waiting.” I held my head high and took to heart my own advice on disguise. Rock it like you own it. I did.I joined my date at the bar where he was chatting with Stan Metzger of the big publishing conglomerate in Seattle. I’d read in Forbes about him being head of eleven newspapers and a magazine publishing company in Des Moines. He hadn’t made the Forbes 100 cutoff but he was well within the top 500. „Seine Mutter bringt ihn nämlich immer ins Bett und ohne einen Gute-Nacht-Kuss kann er nicht einschlafen!“ Ein Gute-Nacht-Kuss, wie kommt er jetzt da drauf?Jan sagte nur „Pffff...“ Ich musste kurz lachen und sagte : „Wenn seine Mutter nicht da ist, kann ich ihm auch einen Gute-Nacht-Kuss geben?“ War das jetzt richtig? Jan sah mich an und auch Fabian besah sich jetzt offen meine Oberweite. Provokant drehte ich meinen Kopf in Jans Richtung und hielt ihm mein Gesicht entgegen. Obwohl er etwas.