From the moment she'd run her old bike into her in the middle ofthe path, she was smitten. Now, Faye was hers.Being with Faye was different, Rach muse.... There were more than enoughboys who had tried to make a run at her. Yuck! But, she had alwaysknown that she wasn't interested in them. She didn't want to be hermother, some trophy wife who sold pottery at street fairs. The idea ofbeing like her father caused a full body shudder, there's more to lifethan money.Faye was her ticket out, her chance. “No, I need some information,” I said.“Can’t help ya,” she said, waving me out. “You’ll have to come back later.”“You don’t even know what I need to ask.”“Doesn’t matter,” she said and looked at the clock. “It’s almost lunchtime. I’m not gonna miss my show.”“Ma’am, please...”“I’m not your ‘Ma’am’,” she barked suddenly. Then she settled back into her chair and said, “Name’s Selma.”I nodded. “Selma. Please. I only need to know if a particular person has stayed here recently.”“How recent? My. She hoped James wouldn't stop lusting for her since she had a slightly soft belly after giving birth.It was mother's day today and although Violet didn't have her husband, she had her baby boy with her. James Jr. was falling asleep and she laid him back on his crib. She got up to change out of her cotton white nightgown but she heard her doorbell ring.She looked out of the window to see her brother Scott standing out the door with flowers. Feeling overjoyed, she rushed to open the door. He was. " Oh, touching too?" On top of clothes!" she said. "Daddy, it's not so unreasonable, and just in my bed."I was still laughing. "You really thought I'd agree to this?" And if I lose," Ben said, "I'll mow your lawn for a month." Oh, not so confident tonight, are you?" Well, I'm sure you don't want to kiss and touch and cuddle with your daughter." It's you who I don't want kissing and cuddling and touching my daughter." Daddy, it's innocent," she said. "Really. We'll even leave the door open. I.