I was eating a late breakfast, after going out with some friends the evening before, when I heard the telephone ringing. My sister had answered it, an... I heard her calling down the stairs for me to pick up the phone."Mr. Twain, this is Constance Sheridan, calling for Mr. Dunleavy. He was hoping you might spare him an hour, this coming Wednesday. He has a morning opening at nine, and then another, at one in the afternoon. Would either of those times be convenient for you?" I had planned on. What was her name?’ ‘Ryoko.’ ‘Right. You mentioned FaceTime and it sounded like you two did some experimenting. What is that you’re wearing? A new perfume or just the soap from the gym?’ Mei nearly inhaled an asparagus spear. ‘It smells musky, somehow. I like it.’ ‘Um… must be the massage oil.’ ‘He really does deserve the truth,’ she thought. And given how he’d seen right through her before she knew she couldn’t get away with it for long. Might as well confess, but how? She wished it hadn’t. On one level, she was still puzzled about what had happened on the bus. Two guys had pinned her. Two guys had groped her. She never gave permission, did she? No, no she had not. So what did happen? Why were her panties sodden when she got to her room and took them off?Something else had happened which was unintended but it did happen. She came. She came hard and she enjoyed it. It was the most exciting sexual experience she had had since college twenty plus years ago. Still she was puzzled by. ..ok, here she is...bye."I hand the phone to Jillian who has sat down on a stool by the counterbar."Good morning, Mother (she rolls her eyes at me).....Yes, a wonderfulbreakfast, coffee, my special blend, grapefruit which Chrissy here hassegmented for me, and a half English Muffin, Bays, not Thomas, justlike I like...Yes, she is good....I know, I'll be ready in about 15minutes...Yes, and have Thad accompany me. Tonight, I'll play it by ear.Confirm that appointment today for Chrissy with Dr..