Uh, do you suppose I could call her at home?"Rob chuckled as he picked up the phone. "Hang on a sec and I'll take care of that for you," he said as he...dialed. "Your name is..." Just tell her Carla needs to see her."After a second, "There's a lady named Carla here to see you. Are you decent ... Okay, I'll send her down." Rob chuckled and hung up the phone."Down that hallway," he said, pointing. "Take the last door at the end, then down the stairs. She has an apartment." Thanks," Carla replied as. I wore loose fitting unflattering sweaters every day to hide them... at the insistence of my father who didn’t want me to tempt teen boys with the ‘sins of the flesh’… his actual words.But in the decade where Marilyn Monroe and Jayne Mansfield set the standards for beauty, everyone saw me as plain.Mix in my insecurity and shyness, and I was eighteen years old and had never been on a date.Even though Adam and I had turned eighteen already, we were only starting our senior year in the fall, since. “Well, Daddy, as you know high school is nearly finished, I just have a few weeks of Year Eleven and then my exams to go, and then I guess I'll need to think about college and my future and all those exciting adult things that come with it,” she said. “I'm looking forward to having a long hot summer after my exams so that I can relax and spend some more time with you if you're free. I know you're so busy with your work but hopefully, you'll be able to make time for your favourite daughter.”I. .. please No...”“You are ready to do as you are told?”She had rolled away from me into a protective ball on her side.She didn’t respond. I could see she was quietly sobbing.“ARE you are ready to do as you are TOLD!” he repeated I turned the knob and the now familiar hum began to rise once again.She jerked as if from a electric shock and frantically rolled over toward me and scrambled on her knees to my feet. She clenched at my pant leg and raised her other hand to grab at the device.I held it.