Reschedule your flight or turn your slot over to someone who might be able to win." You don't think I can win?" Not a chance in the world," he told he.... "Unless every other car in the race craps out."Came the day, Kennedy was ready. More than ready. The smells of the pits, the racetrack were a heady wine. She loved it!She ran around in a couple of circles, and qualified second. She smiled to herself, vowing that before the first turn she'd be in front!She was, too! She held the lead until half. He would have been only a few centimetres from her exposed breast when he put the bottle down. I was a bit embarrassed and excited too! I sat on the bed, making sure that in doing so it pulled the sheet further off her body. I took the invoice from the man and signed it.I asked if he liked what he saw when he came into the room. I asked if he wanted to see more. He looked at me nervously and said of course he did. I said ok, sit down and watch, but be ready to move off quickly if she woke. No witnesses, you know. It didn’t scare me though. I dunno. It would have been cool to have her point a gun at me.Yeah, I know. That was a weird thought.Instead she got her keys out, opened the door to a beat-up, dusty Sprinter van, threw her backpack in and drove off, revving up the engine. There was something distinct in the sound of the engine that didn’t sound healthy. A few seconds later the van disappeared when she turned left into a dead-end street.I wondered why she would do that. But. It was Saturday, and one of Becca’s friends, Jill something or other, was overnighting it. As it happened each of the four bedrooms in the condo had small balconies. The cheaters had theirs in the west wing. The other three rooms were in the east wing. Mine was next to Becca’s. I think that they did that, the room assignments so as to maximize my interplay with my daughter, another crumb thrown my way is the way I saw it. All of the foregoing having been said, the room assignments turned out to.