“Oh really, your father is a minister, who are you going to tell? do you know what will happen if you tell him? You will be the shame in our communi...y, he will lose his job. Do you want that and this Is all your fault”He said, still fingering her roughly. Aime looked at him, whimpering “No, you are lying and it is not my fault”“It is, it is your fault for being so beautiful, so desirable. Everyone will agree it is your fault” She. Started crying and was trying to push her fat uncle of her even. A breath caught in her throat.“Are you THE Dr. Vandenberg?” he asked as the young man made his way in, extending his hand out for a firm shake.“That’s me.”His hand sliding into hers felt good, but she was fooling herself. It always started this way. She could feel that little spark of electricity as their skin touched. His hand grasping hers tightly. The flattery never failed to make her flutter regardless the source.“Close the door and sit down. Tell me your name.”“Patrick Nolan. I’ve read. I had descended into the very fires of Hell. Chapter Two.The pathetic wretch had lost everything. He was one of life’s losers; I’d seen that from the moment I had set eyes on him. I had steered the game through its penny stage, ever gently pushing the stakes up. I had played honest, for the early part of the evening. But I had watched with satisfaction as John slowly lost, but the mug had the belief all losers had, his luck would turn. His sweet daughter had come home in the early part, and she. The same way, I don't expect you to crew for me when I race the boat but I want you to be there to watch and cheer for me.Now a moonlight sail on a balmy summer evening, a bottle of wine, other couples doing the same thing while Tony, our current commodore, is singing Italian love songs, that is a whole other story. I don't think that is too much to ask. Eight weekend at the lake with me between Memorial Day and Columbus Day.There was that pensive look again in her eyes. What was going on in.