"Allan, what are you doing in here," she cried. "I did call out Gran, but got no answer, and I thought you had fallen or something. I'm so sorry." "Ne...er mind, darling, it has happened now, nothing we can do about it." "OK Gran, I'm going to have a shower now and clean up now I have finished work for the week." "Alright Allan, I'll go and start getting something ready for dinner. Tim will probably be home from school soon. Tim arrived home about an hour later – we sat down for dinner a couple. “I saw in Aziza a way to satisfy the man who had gone the extra mile to satisfy me sexually, even though I couldn’t totally satisfy him.” She smiled, grasped Chuck’s wrist and shook it. “I knew he could help make a grieving young woman happy. Can you understand Son?”Chuck ached for his mother for sharing such personal, intimate information. He also ached for himself as he thought, can she possibly know about Emmi?Once again she answered his thoughts. “Your father told me that he knew you and. ”“Careful, Mr. Adams! You never know what might happen!”“Do you imagine for one second that ANYTHING that could happen in this room tonight would be a problem?”“An interesting thought experiment,” she smirked coming into the room and closing the door.“And what are you thinking?”“That you don’t ACTUALLY mean that!”“I do!” I protested.“So when Kimmy comes by and asks you to spend the night, you’ll say ‘yes’?”“I meant with you!”“But that’s not what you said.”“So now we’re going exact words instead. I was getting so turned on walking the streets seeing all those sexy Euro-sluts in the brothel windows with their lists of services and fees next-to them. I'd always fantasized about being a prostitute and, if I hadn't have become a famous prime-time newsreader, I know it's exactly what I would be doing. I adore really nasty, dirty sex.I was awake all night in my hotel room and couldn't stop thinking about what it would be like, being almost naked in one of those windows, strange men reading.