Jackson, can I help you with anything?" "Did you hear any of that?" his boss asked him with an angry look on his face. "Sorry Mr. Jackson, hear what?"..."That guy is a director of that bloody show that's filming nearby! They want our best rooms for their so called celeb's!" Dean had a little be of a smirk on his face by this time, and his boss could see it. "Seeing as you love these shows so much, I'm making you their personal SLAVE. What ever they want you get for them, and don't bother, coming. She had mentioned Tess. That explained everything I needed to know. I invited her inside."I'm Mary Ann," she said as soon as she stepped through the door. Removing the rain coat and looking around for a place to stow it, finding none, she dropped it on the floor. Mary Ann exposed her body, covered only by two small pieces of fabric, for my approval.I stepped back, embarrassed to have this stranger offering herself in such a bold manner."Tess sent you?" My embarrassment had changed to amusement.. “I did it, Mrs. Palmer.” Daniel ran the rest of the way and flung himself into her arms. He was surprised to find nothing where he expected a solid woman, and he sprawled on the hardwood. He turned over and looked up.“What a good lad you are, Daniel.” She smiled down at him with warmth and affection. “Your work with Mrs. Samatar was splendid.”“I don’t understand.” Daniel slowly rose to his feet. He put out his finger and pressed it to her right shoulder. It went through her as if she were air.. Deb was out on a date with another new boy. I’d met him earlier before they went out and told them her curfew was midnight.“Yes, Daddy! Don’t worry,” Deb said before kissing me on the cheek and heading out the door with her date.So now I was sitting in my recliner, looking at the clock and again getting ready to go through my mental list of punishments for Deb staying out too long when the front door opened.“Hi Daddy! I made it again!” Deb giggled.I chuckled, “Yeah you made it again. Your dear.