Her mother has reservations about it and would like to see her in something less attention getting but you are young only once and it is what she want.... She’s never wavered. I must admit, when I was young I wanted a Pontiac GTO in the worst way. I didn’t get one and I regretted it, so I might as well let her get the Camaro than listen to her saying how much she wished she had gotten one for the next 20 years.Somewhat abruptly Karen asked “Is there a restroom I can use?” “Yes, take the hall. .. I am sorry for the way you have been treated... I am the king now... I would like to make you my personal hand maiden..."Analais finally looked up to me and I could see what I instantly recognized as shame."What is wrong, girl?" I asked as my mind raced."I... I am not fit to be in the king's chambers looking like this, m'lord" she stammered as she looked back down to her apron.I had seen my father once hit a girl with the back of his hand for having a single drop of wine stain her dress. I. She could feel the cool softness of a whisper of breeze on her face. The water in the cove was mirror flat. The occasional ripple from one of the sea birds was the only sign of movement. The tide was a couple of hours from high slack. Steve had said the night low was a half tide. She watched him organize around the barbeque. ‘Now that you’ve hung up your Captain’s cap for a while and you’ve put on your Chef’s hat, may I ask what the entrée will be this evening?’ ‘Sorry, not yet. The ‘Chef’s. R. wouldn't have helped in Frank's case. I knew that, but I pretended to be grateful that my lack of knowledge didn't kill Frank.) In a panic, I called for help, and while I waited, I cleaned him up as best as I could. Nobody understood why I cleaned up after Frank, but it was a weird detail that sort of made my entire story more believable. I feigned being a distraught lover, and it really wasn't an act. There was still some part of Frank's programming in me that made me still love that mother.