As time progressed she and I would get bold with each other, planning which shoes she should wear to a given event or which pair was “working” at ...he time. One of the first examples of this is about 7 or 8 years ago. We were going to a mutual friend’s house for an all day party. Tammy had just started wearing a pair of Jessica Simpson flip flops with a killer look. They were maroon in color with gold medallions covering the top of her feet; the thongs between her toes weren’t very thick so they. While Megan finished removing what clothing Andrew had not managed to strip from her, she followed his every move as he opened the windows allowing a cool breeze to filter through the room while he filled the big garden tub with hot water. He waited until the water reached the right level before he engaged the powerful water jets. Megan watched in a trance-like state thinking how her emotions were like the torrent of raging water in the centre of the tub. She wanted to make this time, this. There are few things I put that much effort into thinking about. It took a while to figure out what to get everybody.”“Wait a minute. How long ago did you plan this? We didn’t manipulate you into taking us, did we?”I laugh, “What makes you say that?”“You little bugger. You manipulated us into asking you to the prom, didn’t you?”“I plead the 5th.”“This isn’t the States, smart-ass.”I swat her on the ass and say, “If you want enough energy for our date tomorrow, you best get to bed.”She gives me. .. 90%... 95%... 100%! I pulled the camcorder cord from its port and closed the save window just as Dylan entered."Daddy," she said, still somewhat sleepily, "did you see my new camera?" Um, yea," I replied. "I was just going to check out how it worked. But I couldn't get it to sync with my computer," I lied."Oh," she began. "Well, Amber and I played around with it last night, but I erased the videos we took." Now it was her turn to lie. I thought I sensed a bit of sudden nervousness in her.