”A longer pause that time, but nothing worth worrying about.“So if you knock on your children’s closed doors, you might be stopping them from ha...ing sex. Right?”“Yes.”“If you’re knocking on your children’s doors, you’re stopping them from being happy. Is that correct?”This time, a significantly longer pause, but it wasn’t long before the answer came through clearly.“Yes.”“Do you want to stop your children from being happy?”“No.”“What will you do if your children’s bedroom doors are. I guess it's okay." She sighed. "I didn't want all thatstuff. I didn't want the money, or the mansion with the maid andchauffeur. I didn't want the ritzy schools. I didn't want the executivejob in Dad's company." So, what did you want?"The girl laughed bitterly. "That's funny. After all these years, wouldyou believe that's the first time anyone asked me what _I_ want?" Shelooked curiously at Anya. "You want to finish? Or should I?"Anya raised an eyebrow. "It's your story." This girl. "No, please, don't," Linda protested as he tried to envelop her in a tight caressing embrace. Involuntarily her body stiffened and her heart began to thud uncomfortably in her rib cage as without another word, she jerked away from him and darted toward the bed, wishing as she flung herself onto the mattress that she could hide her body from him by pulling the covers right up to her chin.Without wasting any time Furness stepped over to the bedroom door and opened it enough to let sounds in and. "Bill willed himself to calm down. This wasn't good news. Were they the same signals that he had missed five years ago?"I don't know, Lexi. She seems OK to me. To be honest, I haven't noticed anything like that. Does this just happen when I'm not here?" He was probing with caution. He wanted his daughter to open up."Yah ... it seems like that. It's been going on for a while now. I think I'll be happy when university starts in September and I'll be out of the line of fire, but I feel for.