It was obvious that they expected me to invest in this venture.I went nuts with them both. I must have ranted for ages about what they thought they w...re thinking. Couldn't they have rung me and asked my opinions? And so on. They simply told me that the opportunity had come up out of the blue and they had already put their money into it. Money that they stood to lose if they couldn't get my investment. Well I tell you I lectured myself hoarse but even I knew that I couldn't let them down. . .." Her eyebrow raised, and her eyes sparkled. With one look I knew she was telling me to stop being such a pompous ass and remember who I was talking to. To be fair, it's a look she has given me a lot over the years..."Okay." I chuckled "It's been two weeks since movie night, and 40 something hours since our date began." She nodded. "And I think it's finally occurred to me, this isn't a dream."She smiled gently at me and said quietly "It'd better not be." I woke up at dawn, and my brain was. "Now then," she went on pulling her chair so that she could sit beside him, "this is a stave and each line and each gap between them is a note and they go up in a scale." She sang one to la. "Got it?" Yup." Right! The blobs with the tails and holes in them are called minims and they are two beats long. The ones with the holes filled in are crotchets and they are one beat. If they have a dot after them like that one," she pointed, "it becomes one and a half beats. The one next to it with the. ‘Daddy?’ I want to talk, to understand why I feel like this, why I need this. The words don’t come. Instead my breath comes quick and light, your hands are on my breasts and I can’t help but react – still — here? Now? ‘Not here, someone will see!’ There’s no one around, but any minute there could be. You ignore me, pinching my nipples. I am angry. Bastard. Anytime, anywhere, it doesn’t matter, does it? What the hell am I, a blowup doll, for chrissakes? A toy — a plaything. I know what I’m good.