I notice the young blokes at the next table eye balling me and I suppose wondering why I was on my own dressed as I was, over the next few minutes the...number of lads trebled and they started to overflow onto my table. Ginge who looked like the ring leader started to chat me up, I was just smiling and being polite. He was probably the oldest and he’d be lucky if he was past 25. Before I knew it I had drink number four then five in front of me. It felt rather nice having this much attention and. You. Come here.”The girl, who actually looked quite young, sidled nervously over.“Would you like to come with me and ... Davina here?” I decided at the very last moment not to mention that Davina was my daughter, primarily because I had no intention of keeping her for too long.“Are you sure sir?” she asked timidly. “I’m not exactly pretty.” There was that voice. It gave me the shivers. But good shivers.“Take your top off please. Let me look at you.”She hesitated a long moment before taking her. Her family made the difficult decision to not step in and help. Now it was almost six months later and they were finally starting to do things to help her out. From what mom told me before she left, this was the first time anyone had taken her daughter for an extensive time frame. My mom finished cooking and got started on the cleaning. By this point I was able to get around a bit more. I could sit at the kitchen table for longer periods with my leg down and when needed to I could put it up. ‘I could still go on with my work?’ asked Laura. ‘You could do whatever you wanted,’ I told her. ‘Ah,’ said Laura, ‘but that’s the catch. I’d do whatever you wanted.’ ‘Laura,’ I assured her with perfect sincerity, ‘I admire your work.’ ‘So what you’re saying is, you’d let me carry on with my work because you admire it.’ ‘The way I’d put it is that your continuing with your work wouldn’t displease me.’ She pondered this. ‘But what if it one day did? Displease you, I mean. You’d make me stop.’ ‘I.