Letting you run loose could be construed as a form of child abuse." I'm not asking to run loose. I just want to have a boyfriend in peace." And within...certain limitations, that's exactly what we're letting you have."Mrs. Kennedy turned back toward me. "If our daughter weren't so supremely self-confident, her father and I might have tried simply forbidding her to have anything to do with boys. She is self-confident, however, and most of the time we're glad of that blessing. But roses come with. I’ve been thinking about Hope. I worry about her, you know?’ ‘I know, Spud. I think we all do. What does Carol think about all this?’ ‘She misses LA, her work. Hell, I do too.’ ‘No shit? You’d rather be back on the streets – than here?’ Sherman nodded his head, looked away. ‘I wasn’t really ready to retire, whatever the hell that means. Sitting around doing nothing, drinking fruit punch and watching sunsets.’ ‘Well hell, why don’t you go back?’ ‘I’m dead, remember? Buried, at Forest Lawn. My. "Do you need to ask? What do you think would happen if people got a look at some of these shots?" He held one up, between thumb and forefinger. "Like this little beauty, with you waving your leg in the air and fucking yourself like there's no tomorrow. What would people say, I wonder?"Jacqui glared at him, anger mingling with the panic that gripped her. She opened her mouth to tell him to go to hell with his blackmail. Then she stopped.What would people say? How long would she keep her job at. Our bodies would recover quickly from this and I suppose that if any two females were psychologically suited to surviving this sort of abuse it was my daughter and me.In a day or two, when the pain was just a memory, I knew from experience that the kinky fantasies would return. And with those fantasies would come the exciting memories of absolute debauchery and the knowledge that we could survive the sort of treatment we fantasize about.I offered Trey a weak smile and said, "We're going to be.