"Kensington stared at her again but suddenly grinned. "You've done your homework, young lady. Forty it is. What price for the paintings?"She had feare... this question. If she quoted the value of Darrin's paintings too low, he would lose interest. If her estimate was too high, he might back out of the deal, and she didn't have the slightest idea of their true value. "What's the average price for the paintings of the other two artists who will be included in the show?" Around $5,000." I know. " Thanks, Mom," I said gratefully. "But how are you so sure that this will work?" Because she's my daughter," Mom said resolutely. "And it sure as heck would work on me!"Amanda and I stared at her in disbelief for a few moments, then we both laughed.We pulled up into the pool parking lot a little after eight, both of us hoping that Kelsey and Stacey would be there. The talk with Mom had made us feel a little better since if there was one thing we knew we could do, it would be showering Kelsey. When granted, I asked the obvious."Mr. Giovanni, how were the rape figures determined?" I asked. "Representative sampling? Crime reports? Surveys? I don't have a lot of confidence in those numbers. Where did they come from? You had me read Kinsey's books and I thought his figures on male homosexuality were excessive." Why did you think that, Cadet Thistle?" Mr. Giovanni asked."Because homosexuality is still not acceptable to a large percentage of the population," I said. "That is despite all of. She couldn't resist. Turning her head over her shoulder, she looked into the dining room. She saw the back of her mom's head, and past it, Uncle Jake's admiring eyes, riveted on the sight of Heather's ass. He grinned; Heather smiled back.Mom started making motions to get up, so Heather had to stop her teasing. Not long after, Heather was seated across from her uncle at the table again, with the pesky brothers reassembled, and Dad handing out dessert to everyone. Uncle Jake was doing his best to.