But...” said Sarah.“You could have been,” I said, “You were invited.”“Dad, we can’t choose between you and Mom. But for the record, Mom ...inally outted herself about what she’d done that day, said Mia.“Did she now? So?” I said.“So we kinda understand why you are being so—something,” said Sarah. I nodded.“And I’m supposed to be, do, think, what,” I said.“If we have our druthers, Dad, you would talk to Mom and maybe have a little bit of forgiveness to loan her,” said Mia.“Just loan her?” I said.. We were sitting in the hot tub, me and her, with Michael between us. We were all naked and sitting very close, Debbie and I both had our hands on his penis, playing as much with each other as with him."Nope." Debbie shook her head."Aren't you gonna get in trouble?" I sipped some more champagne, deciding I was going to be addicted to that stuff."Probably," Debbie shrugged. "My dad will be pissed, but I don't care. He just wants to fuck me anyway." Shit." Michael grunted."Seriously. You know what. She called me this morning and said she was nervous. I made her breakfast, we talked for a while and she left." Mark was silent for a moment, considering. "Okay, then. But if you screw her over, I'll have to hurt you." "Christ, what are you, her older brother?" Brody stared for a moment and shook his head. "This is ridiculous. Nils, help me out here, man." "Well, you have to admit, it sounded like you could have . . . ." The Swede cleared his throat. "You know what it sounded like. And you have. There was also a large round blackened vessel with ashes placed to one side of the coffee table. There was a neat pile of small, round wooden blocks along with a small bottle of petrol and a pack of matchsticks. I figured it was to light a bonfire safely on the terrace when the weather got chilly. The orange sun was slightly above the mountaintops far away in front. I loved the slight warmth of the setting sunrays on my face and chest. I took a deep breath of the fresh, crispy clean evening.