I’ll do anything, I’m so sorry but please don’t send those tapes anywhere. ?Delete? I said quietly to myself, two more messages followed ...uickly with Laura pleading in both for me not to do anything with those tapes. The last was different. ?Ben, fuck you. Go ahead and show those tapes, I don’t give a damn? Laura shouted from my voice mail, blatantly drunk with alcohol slurring her words. It was all I could do not to laugh as I thought about her drunk in some club yelling at. We were both stunned, they thought we were already together? “Yeah I mean, I never saw him treat any of his girlfriends that well. So we both figured you two were together. Why else wouldn't you wanna move in with us?” Steven asked. “So, you two are OK with this?” I asked. “Oh fuck yes, you are only step brother and sister. There really isn't anything wrong with this. I've never seen anyone get along so well honestly,” Britney replied. Well we were relived, so we just decided to kiss right in. "The guy didn't seem friendly at all, but I knew if I looked sincere I could win him over. I also knew that most guys liked my five inch heels and silk mini-dress that barely covered my cute little butt. Either way, I figured he'd find me a good candidate."You look a little young for what we're doing here, kid. I think you better come back in a couple of years." What do you mean? I'm really experienced and that's all you said in your ad. I think you should at least interview me."We argued for. I remember hoping that she got a good night's sleep.I got to the arena the next morning around eleven-thirty. Robin was already there, greeting her "fans." The five finalists were required to put in an hour signing autographs and the like, but that didn't start until noon. Here was Robin, a half hour early, gaily chatting with these complete strangers who'd watched her blow and fuck a nineteen-year-old the day before. She kept on signing and chatting as Connie, Angela, and the rest showed up to.