On the long drive from LAX to Malibu, I babbled on and on telling daddy of my school and about my friends. I also told him about my Sweet Sixteen part... leaving out the part about Mrs. Jorgenson.Daddy listened patiently until, I finished and then asked, “How is your mom and does she have any love interests in her life?”I blurted out, “Daddy, I think she is a lesbian.”“What makes you think that honey?” he asked.“I think she and Mrs. Jorgenson are lovers,” I said.“Ah Helen Jorgenson,” he. I watched until he was still then found the strength to move again. Quickly I darted into the kitchen not knowing what to do. I was caught. Busted. Why bother running. I stood in the kitchen hard as a rock and waited. With in a few minutes Roger stepped from the bedroom and left the home. A booty call? Even matures have booty calls.A second later my grandmother came into the kitchen in her robe. She was pissed I could tell and she immediatly began yelling at me. I'll spare you most of the drama. "My attorney doesn't know about you yet, but she's told me in the past if we could show Mr. Michaels has continued to do the things he tried to do with me, we have a chance to..."She threw her hands up in the air, giving up the explanation. She looked at Ryan for a moment."Me too," she added diffidently. Ryan's eyes scanned hers. A blank, confused look came over his face while he wondered what he'd missed."I enjoyed... me and Belinda have enjoyed having breakfast with you too," Consuela offered. Brr!She quickly left the bathroom and strode back out to the pool. It looked as if her dweeb brother hadn’t even moved in those 20 minutes! She didn’t see his eyes upon her, widening in surprise and delight as she jumped back into the water.Twenty minutes ago... Once Susan was out of sight, Chris took out his own phone and crept over to the slightly open window of the bathroom. He turned on the video app and poked the camera lens over the lip of the window. He was taking a terrible chance that.