He worked to pull himself out from under her with a serious expression on his face. "I'm sorry, but I think I need to talk to Carl. You said he's upst...irs?"Sherry resisted his attempts to extricate himself. "What's the rush? He'll keep." She wriggled enticingly. "Besides, aren't I a lot more fun?" Sherry, please. I..." He gulped as she groped at his equipment. "This is all very strange. I need to talk to Carl."Sherry pouted. "Oh, come on. Just one more..."It seemed that his suspicions were. "Gro-tacious. Come on, daddy, it'll only take you a few minutes, and you kind of owe me for this disgusting reminder that my parents... ugh! I could be emotionally scarred!" She shivered in mock-disgust, and I couldn't help but laugh."Alright, Lucy, I surrender. Give me ten minutes to get showered, and I'll take you." Thank you, daddy," Lucy said, stretching up on tiptoe to give me a perfunctory kiss on the cheek, then skipped lightly along the hall to her room, closing the door firmly behind. "The flowers?" There are more in the house," I nodded toward the door. I walked quickly inside, stopping in the foyer where her mother had arranged the other flowers I had bought in various vases and pitchers."Mom?" Tanya yelled as she followed me in."They're not here," I told her."Really?" her whole face lit up. "You mean they left so we could —" Talk," I interrupted her. "We need to talk. Come on."She followed me into the living room and sat down next to me on the couch, her face showing. ”“Maybe I should take him off your hands.” I chuckled.Cathy laughed, “You’d soon be frustrated with him, get past the sex and he’s hopeless – believe me!”“Well, he must be good at that or you’d not have let him move in with you. You should be a good friend and give me the benefit of your experience, especially as you have taught him how to treat people in this house.”“You little slut! He’s still in my bed and you are eying the opportunity.”I laughed, “Cathy, I’ve used your car, your washing.