When I was here yesterday."Debbie looked sharply at her, unconsciously taking on a protective posture between the doctor and me. Her eyes darted to th... heart monitor, but this time the beeping remained constant."It's all right," I said, trying to reassure Debbie more than respond to the doctor. "I know you didn't mean to, but you kind of snuck up on me yesterday." I paused and looked out the window."Some things you just try to put out of your mind, you know? It doesn't do any good to think. ”“There’s no Disneyland here. We don’t cater to tourists.”“I’m not a tourist.”“You ain’t from around here.”“I’m new in town, but not a tourist.”The man on the stool turned toward Steele with a scowl. His narrowed eyes looked like he was trying to read Steele’s mind. Sally had said they didn’t like her kind at the Old South Inn. Did they like anyone?“So what about it?” Steele asked the man on the stool. “What’s there to do around here?”The man turned back to his beer. Steele watched him over his. To top it all off, she got an STD out of all this. The email was sent, there was no undoing that. Just when Amanda thought there was no way out of this, she realized that she had one saving point, none of those pictures actually showed her face, and no one but Jack actually knew what she looked like naked. Over the next week, the denial and shock campaign started. Amanda acted as legitimately shocked as possible with anyone that mentioned them, and intentional laughed about his attempts to. He was just the plain Dad-next-door type. The perfect American."Huh, Sweetie? Still awake?" His soft voice filtered through the door, looking for a response from his daughter."Just a minute, Dad," Betty replied. Hurriedly, she shoved the diary under her pillow and dived under her covers; her baby doll nightie was hardly the right dress for her father to see her in. "You can come in now." Hi, Bets," he greeted lovingly as he stepped into the darkened room. "Whatcha doing up so late?"She returned.