Good."I'm just, been out, I mean, uh, my friend was driving and we got sorta lost and..." Save it," George simmered. Suddenly he smelled something. He...leaned in close to his daughter, who was soaking wet from the rain."You been drinking?" he asked coldly.She stumbled to the side. Her clumsiness and slurred voice gave it away: she was drunk. Just 13-years-old and smelling like a wino."Get to your room," he demanded, his voice on the verge of exploding. "You're fucking grounded for a long time.. I said ok.I asked her “are you going on professional tour”? she said that she is going for her friends marriage party.She asked me whether I am going on professional tour for that I replied “yes”.I asked her “are you working or what u doing?” she said she is working as a assistant manager in a private company.She asked “where you are working?”I said my company name and said as a senior software engineer she smiled and said that’s nice.She asked about my studies qualification and hobbies I said. I mean I was too high to remember much atall that night but I knew I didn't rape her, even drunk and out of myhead I wouldn't do that.I mean I knew Mary Anne of course, everyone did, it's impossible to be a McAlister in McAlister City and not be known. Mary Anne and I had attended the same small high school until I'd dropped out that summer. In fact she ruled that school in the same way that her fatherruled the rest of town, through fear and favor. For a time because she and her friends thought. “Fine I’ll give her a ring and tell her you’re on your way.” Now one thing about our houses is that the development we live on is on a hill, so I can walk out our back plot, through a gate, onto a small back service road, up to Nita’s and then go through her plot to her back door. All quite discreetly, with very few or possibly even none of our neighbours knowing we’re visiting. I’d never used it before but did so on this occasion. Nita was waiting for me. Outside. By their pool. Wearing just a.