She looked at Al, grief written everywhere in her face. "Did you know they called the office again Monday?" Without waiting for a reply she went on. "...hen they called, Marge wouldn't let them talk to Sam. They told her they were going to see him on Wednesday and to let him know they'd be there. She told them he wouldn't be available, but the guy just laughed and hung up." Did Sam give you any names, or the company these guys represented?" No, but he did say he'd found out why they wanted to buy. When she finally managed it, she flushed bright red and laughed. “You did hear me!” David was sitting beside her, his beautifully crafted black kid belt in his hand. A grin spreading from ear to ear. “ I knew before you asked me precious. I could feel it in my soul.” He doubled the belt over in his right hand and hefted it once, twice, three times…into the palm of his left. The echoing quality of the “crack” at each landing of the belt in the quiet room had a tanalisingly lovely effect on. ’ ‘Aren’t you supposed to be the fatalistic one-nighter?’ ‘I still am. But for some reason I seemed to find the glue with you and then your father.’ ‘So you weren’t having it off with me and dad concurrently?’ ‘Hell no, what do you take me for — a slut.’ ‘In that case Rosa sit down. I’d like to help you.’ ‘How.’ ‘By working to bring you back to your extended family. You know I really like you and always have, for as long as I can remember and you were my favorite babysitter.’ ‘Why are you. Now go ahead and wet your diapers fag. I'mgonna take pictures for your profile. Oh my God my girlfriends wouldlaugh so hard if I sent them pictures of my new little girl wettingherself like a complete wimp."I had to pee so badly. There was nothing I could do. Even without theshocker Miss Danielle could punch me and beat me up. Before long I feltthe wetness and warmth of the trickle of my pee starting. The mockingbegan again from my babysitter."Look up at me sissy. Look right in my eyes.