The books were bound in leather, and had no titles written on the fronts. No idea where to start, Lucy picked one off at random and carried to the bed...with her. Curling up, she began to read.Oh, how her sights were expanded! Those words... and pictures too!Lucy shut the book as soon as she realized what it was talking about.A man, a young woman, and he was watching her undress! Touching her, kissing her... licking her in her private place. Lucy's face was brilliantly red. Did her father really. Maybe I'll find out what it is. A few days later there was a knock at my door. I answered it and two guys were asking me if I was Theodore Jameson. I told them that I was and asked what was this about. They told me that they worked for Dana Edwards and they want me on her talk show. I agreed and went with them. I met with the show's producer who said that I would be a surprise guest for her. I watched from the green room. The producer gave me a microphone and asked me to repeat the greeting I. ”Then I saw her, Abigail. She’d come in and Ronald was with her, but they took seats in the gallery not on the stage. The interviewer came up to me with a microphone.“And Mister Bradshaw...” she questioned me for a couple of minutes about the incident in the Hindu Kush. I hear your son is going to be here on the stage with you,” she said. She looked around. No movement from the gallery where Abigail and my son were stationed.“I guess he couldn’t make it,” I said. I saw Owen wave at me. He was. " with a pause. She had the lower lip out pouting look that she likes to use. "I was joking, I want you to join me please. Besides, I need someone to wash my back." She came back "I'll do yours if you do mine." "Deal" I said. I carried her off to the showers.I started the shower warming up and grabbed some towels that I forgot to replace after last night from the linen closet. When I got back, she was already in the shower with the water spraying down her hair and face. I could just sit there.