A conversation with the community of artisans that had created the Orrery and the shock machine provided me with both a method and the means of implem...nting it. And so it was that, only three days later, a new double bed was installed in one of the attic rooms that were once used for the domestic servants of the house.Amanda and Estelle viewed the new equipment with well-founded suspicion. They soon appeared to have formed the view that the various straps and fastenings were unlikely to. We had broken all taboo and shared moments of intimacy no father and daughter ought to ever share. It was beautiful, and I worried that everyone would figure it out. Worse, I could not even talk to Dad for reassurance that it had been alright. That everything would be alright. That we would be okay. Fuck my life, Daddy please wake up. My panic smashed into me, I choked down my food, staring at the table. I spoke little, and my aunt spoke less, Jesse spoke not at all. We were a silent trio.. What an embarrassment if Beckey had noticed. Unknownst to myself, she noticed everything. The fish was hooked and it was now a matter of reeling it in, slow and steady. "Ben," she put her arm around me, enveloping me in her moist warmth, "I’m going to have a shower if that is ok?”. All I could muster was a mumble. I could hear Beckey singing in the shower as I walked by the bathroom door. The clothes she wore were thrown on the ground on the landing. I couldn’t leave an opportunity. They are all different. There is the “smoothie” who dressed in the latest teenage fashion although his shape makes him look ridiculous, splashing his money about trying to impress me by buying me drinks hoping that I would agree to go back to his flat. And the “ I'm going to the top” type; who was at present just managing the club for a friend until he comes into some money that was being left him from some distant Aunt. Then there was the “God's gift to everyone” man. He had the right look..