Dad was home!He stood near the swinging batwing doors that separated the living room from the kitchen, his suitcase in hand."Leaving already?" I asked..."'Fraid so, son, he said as Mom entered from the kitchen. "'Fraid so."I could see that Mom had been crying. She looked a little angry, too. I was about to ask what was wrong when she spoke."Tell him why," she said, her voice full of bitterness.Dad gulped as he silently looked first at Mom and then at me."Go ahead, you son-of-a-bitch," Mom. “Up to you man. You want a chance to fuck Taylor Swift and make some money, or should I find someone else?” I replied.“I’m done. I just wanna make sure it’s gonna work.” He said.“It will. I know her. I know how it goes. Just follow my lead and do what I told you to do. She’s too afraid of her image to argue with us.”“OK man, I hope you’re right!”“Trust me. Let’s go, it’s time.” I said.Ty followed me out into the hall and towards the next room over. As her bodyguard, I had a copy of her room. She wasn`t specific as to the illness and he didn`t press the subject. At her request he started reading some of the many missives, discarding into one of the two sacks those that were abusive, and into the other ones that were OTT sexually, though she asked him to keep those as she said they might turn them on later, which he thought a little curious, it a little hopeful! She busied herself reading the ones that had seemed to him to be genuine, on one or two the writing near illegible, ended. Even with all it’s defects, there were things I liked about it. For one thing it was located in a residential area inside the largest of the three merged towns. Which meant it was within a few miles of everything I needed. The area was both quiet and at the same time just a few hundred yards from the major intersection of two well traveled road. It was also near shopping areas. The downside of the project was that it was a car wash.After my somewhat detailed examination of the car wash, I.