As hismother had him step into the stiff crinolines, a shudder ran up his spineat the prospect of being seen by a bunch of girls.David screwed up his ...ourage and asked, "Mother do we really have to go?"He had to call Doris, "Mother" now as "bitch" and "old cow" were nolonger acceptable terms. He even did his best to ask in the high pitchedsing song tone she now insisted he use. He had been listening to hisvoice and vocal lessons for two months and his voice was getting there.It still wasn't. Denise, Carol’s new friend, was staying at the same hotel so, that was useful. Half an hour later, after driving through deserted streets and country lanes, we arrived at the hotel. The cab dropped us at the front and sped away without a word from the driver through out the journey. Denise couldn’t remember her room number and said her husband had the key, but he had left the reception earlier with a couple of guys who were going to find a bar. Their relationship. .”“Like sitting in your boxers when you’re at the desk in your office.”I opened the cupboard and scanned what was left of the cereal boxes. “What’s wrong with that? It’s my room.”“Your granddaughter. Amy.”“Why not ‘ours’? Didn’t you have a hand in making her mother?”My wife put down her coffee. “Yours - when she’s bad.”I thought back to six years before. Believing everyone was downstairs and I clicked on Pornhub. I was watching some cutie giving a blow job in the back of a moving van. I heard. This was all too crazy. ‘What is all this?’ Ignoring her, Mr. Johan crouched down beside the captive. ‘Detective Hughes? Detective Hughes?’ Unable to wake him, he sat down on the sofa, Mr. Darcy hissing all the while. Beginning to get angry at the absurdity of it all, Haven grabbed the telephone and began to dial 911. The last one had not been pressed before she found the phone being wrenched from her hands, an arm snaking around her middle and a hand covering her mouth. Protesting in.