"Why do you always look so glum?" I asked her."I don't want to be here," Susan said. "This is like jail almost. Wouldn't you feel rotten if you had to...report to jail every morning?"It seemed to me that it was my duty to brighten her day in exchange for a little help from her with my problem."Well," I said, "how bad a problem is it for you?" What do you mean?" Susan asked suspiciously."I mean how bad do you want to get out of here," I said. "And that means just what you probably think it. I said that I felt that way too, and would enjoy another "date with Danni." In fact, let's make it a regular Friday night deal. I think it is good for Danni and her self-esteem, and that is a good thing." I'm not sure about making it a regular Friday night `date' but we can play it by ear and see where it leads."On Friday at the store, Tracy confided that Danni had been on her best behavior all week so as not to be forced to miss her time with her daddy, as she referred to me to Tracy. She said. He stood now as Kristen dried his body with a towel while Erica pluggedin her dryer and finger brushed his hair. As the moisture left his skinand follicles he warmed but could not shake a shiver as his date drewnear. He'd try not to make eye contact or complain as he just stoodthere feeling Kristen dry between his legs while his sister rakedthrough his hair.He was mortified realizing everything was still perfectly adhered tohim and they had now more incriminating shots than just a boy. The blood was pounding in her ears, and there was a definite moistness between her legs. It was almost impossible for her to imagine that no one else could hear the squishing noises she made every time she took a step, or smell the musty aroma that had to be following behind her, expanding from her like the wake of a ship. Standing in the elevator, she was alone. She dropped her head back against the wall, and had second thoughts for just a second, before the doors slid aside to reveal the 5th.