The watchman left her and we started walking ahead inside the orphanage. On our way, we saw a man who seemed to be a part of the management (he had an...id card). He smiled at ma’am. Ma’am smiled back. Maybe they knew each other. I doubted whether he saw the watchman with her.We entered the building. I was disappointed at first to see only kids there. But then I saw 5 boys who seemed to be around 19-20-year-olds. Also, there were 4-5 management guys in the orphanage. All of them seemed to be. I phoned the local paper, the L.A. Times, and placed an ad in the help wanted section. It would be interesting to see what showed up. It was too late to go in for tomorrow's paper, but would appear day after. I told them to run the ad for 5 days.The next morning I saw Vivian off in a cab. I had given her a blank check. Hey, I trusted her. If she wanted a little extra for something, I could live with it. I called my lawyer, and I also called my bank, and asked both if there was anything that. "Just minute please", and with that the young man turned and walkedoff into the apartment, leaving Debbie standing in a large entranceway. There was a nicely finished plain wooden bench to the right, which was flankedby two end tables both with simple lamps on them. Above the bench was an impressionistpainting of Venice, oddly dark though, as if a storm were brewing. On the leftwere side-by-side doors, probably to a closet. In the left corner by the frontdoor was a soft looking small bearskin. Besides, I wonder what that little girl of yours would think to know her precious mommy was screwing not only her professor, but half the campus and town as well?"Rhonda's sense of hopelessness deepened."But, but, but... where would I live?" Right here," said Eric, indicating his apartment. "I kind of like the idea of my own personal concubine." For... for how long?" For as long as I say so. Oh, I'll get tired of you eventually... when you're not as tight and satisfying as you are now. Then,.