"Where are we going?" I asked, laughing. I tripped slightly. I noticed we were going into the ladies' toilets. "What are we doing in here?" Sorry abou... that. Thought it be easier for us to talk," she said."No, that's fine," I leaned against the wall feeling the amount of alcohol I had drunk getting to my head. She moved closer to me and our lips were almost touching. "So what did you ask me before? Sorry I couldn't hear over the music," she laughed."Um, I can't remember," I took a step forward. I think I loved him better than I did my own father and I think he came to think of me as his son."I remained quiet for quite a long time. I didn't cry; but I wanted to very badly.We tried to keep the conversation lighter for the rest of the wee hours of the night but other than childhood stories neither of us could come up with much that was amusing or even remotely light-hearted. When we started discussing childhood pets (I'd had a couple of sheep herding dogs and she had a beloved but. .how do I put this?" Archie looked at Sandra for help but he needn'thave worried."Look we're a quiet guest house and we guarantee discretion. There'splenty of hanky panky goes on, bosses and secretaries away onbusiness, older men with younger women, married couples away for adirty weekend but not with their spouses, we see them all. But thatwasn't Charlotte and Robert; you could see the love between them. Ispoke to Charlotte about Robert and she told me that she was hopingthey could live and. Many of them were happy ones—but not all of them, especially that last one not long before I left for uni. As often as not Roberto and I screwed each other's brains out after I'd finished a happy story.I took another deep breath."Well, the American kids and I were asleep, but the laughing and giggling of their parents when they got back to the suite woke us up, and we saw Momma kiss the mother and hold her breasts when the mom kissed the father. Then Momma told me she and I had been invited to.