‘I’ll never see you again…’ ‘You don’t know that. Hey, if you ever make it back to America, just look me up.’ ‘You’re always traveli...g, you’re never home.’ ‘Just look me up, find my place in Harlem… send me a postcard from there, and stay there until I get back.’ ‘I bet you say that to all the girls…’ ‘No, just you, Sweetcakes.’ ‘Why do I get the feeling that you move around a lot?’ I smiled again, letting him dance me around the room. ‘Because it’s true,’ he dipped me, ‘I do.’ ‘Well, how am I. "Well, at least I know you've not turned queer in the nick Danny." It was offered to me mum, believe me." But you never... you know?"I laughed. "Not a bloody chance mum."We strolled down the seafront and into a little cafe we found, where we ordered croissants for us and sticky buns for the twins."Don't get them all over yourselves." she laughed as they dived into the cream."They're kids mum." I laughed with her, "That's their job, they've got to get cream everywhere and then they'll eat what's. “That there’s always a power imbalance so one partner is always taking advantage of the other?”Emily thought for a moment.“I see what they mean,” she began hesitantly. “But isn’t there the risk of that in every relationship? I mean, doesn’t one partner always have to take control; lead the way sort of thing?”She thought for a moment longer.“In our case, that person was me. Dad didn’t seduce me. If anything, I seduced him. If anyone took advantage of anyone else, it must have been me. I set out. "You should be out running around, playing baseball, anything but this."I felt so bad for dad. Sure, he encouraged me to harass the Post's but did the judge really need to do this to him? I'm sure it was tough enough for his to have to dress up and act like a woman but forcing dad to make a girl out of me was killing him. Why couldn't I just go away like dad did and come back as a good little girl? Was what we had done to the Post's this horrible?I slipped on a pair of white low-heeled shoes.