Her make-up was running down her cheeks.I knocked on the window, startling her. She looked at me and then she shook her head. “NO. It can’t be....It’s not Friday night, is it??” she cried when she looked at me.“Yes, it is, Katelynn. What’s wrong? Can I help you somehow?” I asked, very concerned by now.Suddenly the door swung open and she got out. She looked so distraught. I helped her out of the car, and she fell into my arms, crying yet again. I picked her up and carried her to the house.. Somehow, I just knew." "El," murmured Sally, setting down her glass. "Have you given some more thought to... you know, coming out to Mom and Dad?" Sighing heavily, the nineteen-year-old leaned back in her chair, studying her hands. "No," she shrugged. "I think Mom would be okay with it, but Dad... he'd totally freak." She glanced over at Sally. "What about you? When's the last time you went to bed with a girl?" "Oh... a couple of months ago, actually. Billy, the guy I'm seeing... he understands. I hope you're as good and keen a worker as she claims."Mindy returned the embrace, "Thank you, Mrs. Winthrop. I'll do my best to please you!"Mrs. Winthrop smiled, "Call me Sally. You'll find we are rather comfortable with each other at the estate. You can think of us like a family here." She stepped back, still holding Mindy's hands as she examined her from head to toe. "Well, Donna did say you were easy on the eyes." She leaned in and whispered in the blonde's ear with a playful tone, "She. "Private Caine Corporation jet on the asphalt," said Jerry. "veryswanky. Looks like that limey billionaire's in town." He's staying at this very hotel," I said."He is?" said Beau. "I'm surprised. With his money he could affordsomething much grander." Oh, it was him alright - Marcus Caine. I saw him check in thismorning. As tall and as 'ruggedly handsome' as the press insist ondescribing him." I wonder why he's staying here?" said Jim, rubbing his chinthoughtfully."That would be because he and I.