.. interesting. And if saying she was interested in a boy would get her mother talking, then fine."Sort of." she said vaguely. "I've never had a real ...oyfriend."Ramona sighed. Life at this stage of growing up was so hard. She hated the thought of her daughter going through what she had gone through as a girl. But she knew it had to happen. She hoped it didn't have to happen in quite the same way it had to her. It never occurred to her that her son and daughter might have the same kind of. I wanted to explain more before I showed you that. It's me, but I look like you. You look like me. But that's not all. Watch this."A movie opened on screen. Sitting on the edge of a bed was Chantal. Except she knew it must have been Michelle and not her as she didn't recognise the bedroom. The girl looked towards the camera, although she seemed to look slightly beyond; at the door maybe, as she spoke. "Hi, daddy. Come on in."The rear view of a naked man came into shot and he walked to the girl. Bingo!Friday morning I set off to my rendezvous with the shed man with the navy blue panties in my pocket. He was there and sitting in his chair with the door open.“Ah, you made it OK. I thought that you may change your mind,” he said by way of a greeting.“Why would I do that?” I enquired.“I thought you might be scared.”“Of a horny old man? I have had scarier things in my life to deal with.”“Anyway, I’m glad you made it. Did you remember to bring me something?”“Of course,” I said, and produced. Perform," William says, dismissively restarting the song.He picks up a bottle of water and sips from it. Nervously, I start trying to do some kind of chair dance under their intense gaze as I sing, but it's a wooden performance, my palms are sweaty, and I feel anything but sexy whilst William cackles with laughter. A hot flush comes over me, and my heart begins to race as I start to panic.Before I even finish the second verse, I sit in the chair, throw the pom-poms on to the floor and bury my.