" It didn't although I must admit my first reaction was to bin it but it intrigued me. I talked about it to my daughter and son and they both said the...same: "Meet her and see if you think it might work. So, being a good obedient father I did. I wondered whether you'd have written it if you weren't ashamed of your son."She shook her head. "Probably not. I..."she looked down, took a deep breath and then looked resolutely at him. "I think it might have been revenge as well as shame. As I said in. Again there we were having a laugh, the wine having an almost instant effect. I get so giggly after just one glass. I started thinking about my new dress, telling Lana I couldn't wait to get home and try it on. "Why wait? we can give each other the once over. I'll be honest. The sales lady did say we could exchange them if we weren't happy with them."I follow Lana through to her bedroom. It's perfect, just a touch of Middle Eastern flavour. This room has warmth, soft tones, and earthy colours.. You can guess why he thought what he did.’ ‘I wasn’t cheating on you,’ she said with a forlorn look. ‘Oh? Just what were you doing at Peter Ambleton’s house at night?’ Again, her head snapped up at the question. I sat as impassively as I could, trying not to show any emotion. She started to say something, then stopped. ‘Peter likes to brag about his female conquests. Were you one of them?’ She brought her hands to her mouth, but still said nothing. ‘I guess that says everything that needs to be. We decided to stay one more night at this motel. The next day we drove around and see the countryside. Late in the day I stopped by the adult video store I had gone to last night and asked a guy in there if there was a place locally where a guy might hook up with a prostitute, he told me about a truck stop that was 10 miles or so past where our motel was. We went back to our room and I started pouring the booze into Terri; I opted not to drink because I planned on seeing what I could find at.