Once he was a safe distance away, I too left the house and headed for thehotel the sensual voiced woman had mentioned on the phone. I had no ideawhat ... was going to do when I got there, come storming in and confront mydad with the evidence of his affair and break up my parents' marriage?That didn't seem like something I was likely to do but I couldn't helpgoing, I had to know, I had to find out what was going on and then atleast do something about it.When I got to the hotel, I found the room. In fact, his great size made him look almost bullish, his large hands fisting at his sides as if he were ready to run her over. As he moved, the muscles on his chest and waist moved and caught the light from fireplace. In no way was he considered fat, but neither was he to be labeled a dandy or weak. The hard lines of his face suggested that he was one who’d seen more things in his lifetime than any other and his brooding dark eyes seemed to penetrate her soul-deep. ‘I am.’ He answered, his. Her hands were held out stiffly behind her as though someone were holding her wrists. Her head was deeply bowed as she spoke, "Number one-fifty-seven begs your mistress's permission to serve her this evening. The menu is displayed on the small monitor on your table. You may order by touching the screen where it says order or by speaking to your worthless servant. The other small box on the table is a judgement box. If by some accident of total grace you decide that I have pleased you,. Perhaps if she loved Misty she should also love her mother."She's okay. Very nice. What about you? Do you still think as highly of your mother now you're seeing so much more of her?"This was partly intended to remind Misty of her past eulogising on her mother, who over the distance of a few miles had taken on some kind of mythical quality."In fact I like her more, I think," Misty replied with a nod. "She's pretty clued up. On the ball. Age hasn't blunted her at all. And, you know, she's not bad.