Please tell her and show her everything she wants, everything."To Sharon he said, "Ayda was formerly Mrs. the Honourable Diana Featherstone, née the ...onourable Diana Sturgess, and lived in England for the first part of her life, until she came here when she was ... well I won't say how old, but she already had a sixteen year old daughter."Ayda eased Sharon's evident embarrassment by saying, "I was thirty-six when I first met my husband, so I really do know about Western life and can compare it. My open hand lay flat on the curve of her hip. I felt as though it needed to be somewhere else or doing something different. A waste of a perfectly good appendage... I wanted to move it. Without knowing what to do I decided to take a swig of my beer instead. Dawn giggled at the first preview, prompting me to do the same. I wasn't sure exactly what I was laughing at only because I was still thinking about my hand issue. I glanced over to my right to look at it and weigh my options. My eyes were. "Would you like to be my daughter?"My mouth drops and everything around me fades while I concentrate onthis stranger and what she's just said."I felt your pain," she says, touching the back of my hand with herfingertips. "You were very loud. I can help."I shake my head, I'd never told soul about the way I felt or what Iwanted to be. "Nobody can help." Look again, in the window."Some trick of light must have made the shop window more reflective, forthere I am, superimposed over the plastic. He pulled her onto his lap and they giggled to each other.Cathy turned her head for a moment, looking back at them but she turned right back to the TV, not paying heed to them any further. Michelle shifted on her father's lap and as had been happening, she felt the rise under her buttocks. This time she did not jump away. Instead, she shifted her body slightly and pushed down harder on him. His arm was around her waist and his hand reached around to her stomach. His other hand was on her leg..