”Terri’s eyes widened. “Joanna Kafkasian,” she repeated. “Wow, for a dork you’re punching well above your weight. Prom with Cayenne Procto... followed by a night with Joanna Kafkasian. Wow!”“Mum’s grounded me for a week,” I admitted. “Better put some decent clothes on, we’re eating out tonight.”“Where are we going?”“I don’t know. It was Dad’s decision. I need to get changed too.”As I peeled myself out of Terri’s hug, I belatedly realised how comforting the warmth of her body had been. Returning. Set to depart in a few days on Japan Air Lines from LAX, I began packing for the trip--shorts, t-shirts, and bikinis for the Honolulu stopover--and more professional clothes for meetings in Japan. It was still late May, so it was not necessary to pack a lot of warm clothes. I settled on lighter "cool biz" (cool business) clothing appropriate for the business meetings I expected, and more comfortable during the warmer summer months in June to August. "Cool biz" was the best thing that the. ‘It may be based on my fantasies originally. But now it’s more than that. And I’m not responsible for the suffering they and their rules impose on themselves. It may be a logically slippery slope, but I’m sticking with it.’ ‘Fair enough,’ I said, perhaps uncertainly. ‘And Tanja’s flash cards?’ I reminded him. ‘Yes. See, these were her flash cards. Her game, she made it. The rules were clear and simple, and she explained them in her cover letter.’ ‘What were the rules?’ ‘During the week of. "Kate! I want you to get your ass up here right this minute! And tell that boyfriend of yours to go out the downstairs door." Dad," Kate started out reasonably, "We're just talking. Jessie and Jason are here, too. We're just chatting. We were going to play some cards." Kate, I said right now! And I meant it! I don't want you down there, especially with that boyfriend!"Kate looked at Dave, and then at Sophia, and then at the intercom panel. She hit the intercom. "Dad? Go fuck yourself." Everyone.