”“Except that she’s an escort.”“You’ve met many prostitutes in your life. I brought you to several in my research. But I only recall two b...fore you felt compelled to save. And Chandi wasn’t ever really a whore.”“True. Go on.”“Well she has three essential traits. She’s smart, beautiful, and you two get along.”“And she gets along with you.”“She does, but you didn’t know that except for Ginny.”“It seemed likely. Her being bright, having a good sense of humor and a lack of arrogance.”“Her regal. I’d never imagine my father wanting another kid, as he blatantly stated that he hated children, and that he was happy to never have to deal with one again after I left his house, when I was only eighteen years old. So, at Christmas that year, I figured out what it was all about. They had fostered a girl was around ten already, and she was gorgeous. It was clear already at the time that Amanda would grow up to be a very beautiful woman, and it all made sense. I didn’t know how the hell he got to. After clearing my throat I added, "I need to do something."Britney looked me directly in the eye and said, "You be his date."Thinking that she was joking, I laughed."I'm serious. You be his date to the party."I was taken aback. Frowning, I said, "My father's not a homosexual and neither am I. Besides that's kind of i****tuous." i****tuous? Maybe, but the reason i****t is taboo is to prevent sexual abuse and since you're eighteen and a consenting adult I don't see it as a big deal." How about. "Donna noticed the crestfallen look on Angilee's face."You haven't told him?" she asked."We just met last night... shared a single dance. He said he wanted to call me." "Like I said honey, be careful. You know you have to tell him sooner or later." I know," said Angilee, hanging her head, "I know."Despite the warnings from Donna and her own reservations, Angilee accepted his dinner invitation when he called later that evening. He took her to a small quiet vineyard/restaurant along the river..