I told her about what I'd done and showed her the website and she's all excited." So, I'll be photographing you, Mom and Sarah? All three?" Looks that...way. She wants to know if you'd do it this morning. She really wants to get herself posted on the website." Yeah, I guess so, where is she?" She's up in her room, pulling clothes out and picking some things to wear. I was thinking that maybe you could do some of me this morning, too. Do us both?"I agreed and we went upstairs and Sarah was pulling. "Are you always this stupid?" She asked, irritated."What?!?" I was not getting it."Dad, if today is Amy's birthday, then today is also... Cindi's birthday." Oh, shit! How stupid could I be?"Oh, God, I am so stupid! Thanks, Katie." I hung up just as I heard the running little feet in the hallway."Daaaddy!" Amy wailed, as she catapulted into bed with me, pulling the covers over her head and curling up in a ball. I heard her sobbing uncontrollably. I did the only thing a dumb dad could do, I. They led me – still hurting – up the steps of the plane, and inside it was unbelievably luxurious – not like a commercial jet at all. It was all dark wood, deep carpets (that were so tempting to my feet that I wanted to stop and just wriggle my toes down into the thick rich pile), and big leather furniture. On we went though through a room fitted out as an office, with PCs and stuff, then along a corridor (dividing a bedroom?) and finally through a heavy-looking door. Beyond this was not even a. Gangster, she thought, and she'd watched him, when she could, as she served his whisky and dry ginger. His eyes seemed normal. His posture wasn't threatening. But there had to be something. Just had to be.She'd been conscious that he was watching her just as keenly.The notion had come to her fully formed, and it took the form of, "Well, why the hell not?" After all, she was earning a pittance at Rileys and she ended up getting fucked by someone she'd only just met two nights out of five anyway..