I was fifteen. He was forty-four. He took care of me all my life. Took me out of a share-cropper house. I went with him an' we worked hard, but we nev...r went hungry or did without the necessities. And we did pretty good. I wouldn't own this business if he wasn't who he was an' made me who I am." And you're telling me..."She smiled. "Dan, it's written all over your face how you feel about that little girl. You think that you're getting into something that is so wrong that society condemns it,. They go something like this.oO0Oo I arrive home to see my mother wearing her favourite lingerie. It’s a dark grey bra, thong and suspenders set. She is also wearing nude stockings and has on her sexy four-inch heels. She is standing up, leaning back against the doorway to the living room. She is clearly in a state. " What's that?" You need to relax. Learn to take things in stride. The main reason I'm here talking to you is that one of the teachers broke an ethics rule and told me that you were heading for a burnout. She was also afraid that when you missed out on being valedictorian, you might take it really hard, and maybe even do something really bad." What ... you mean like hurt myself?" Yeah. I mean exactly that. With the pressure from your father, and what looks to me like bullying, I'd be afraid of. Three years, Three long years, I have lingered in the mundane. living in the predesigned image of sociaty. It felt like there was a part of me that longed to be released. I think this is why I could never bear the thought of letting go of you. I knew, that despite all my efforts, the house, cars, and wife, that I would never be part of society. Not without my book of dirty little secrets. Oh my dear, dear, Diary, I have such a nice one. If you recall back into my teenage years, I would sneak.