I spent four or more nights a week in some hotel room somewhere – many were quite nice, courtesy of overbilled clients, but I didn’t have the time...to enjoy them. I made a lot of money, yet didn’t have time to spend it. My apartment had a bed, yet it was still filled with moving boxes, unpacked since I moved in a year ago. After 15 months of exhausting work, I finally took a much needed vacation. Without much planning or forethought, I booked trip to Antigua with mileage and hotel points. I. You know how one of those arty actors said something about there is no such thing as bad publicity just so long as they get your name right. This was right up there with great publicity.The two things which will move a redneck Oklahoma country boy to check things out is the mention of incest or something sensational. Well, my humorous and whimsical little sort of virginal looking in places bride, Emily, got half the idea across. Now if she had hinted somehow there was a chance her grand daddy. Finally came the lipstick a deep red colour; as she was going to imitate a slut, she layered it thickly spreading the tip over the edges of her lips. She posed in front of the mirror to admire her appearance already she was taking shape but now for the slutty clothes. The wardrobe was located in the far corner of the bedroom so Jordan sauntered over there and gradually slid the doors open. She picked out her bra and knickers first, when daddy bought her underwear he always made sure it was too. And ring. And ring. He would see her number, of course. What if he didn’t pick u-“What?” came the terse reply from the other end of the receiver.“Mike?” she asked. Why did she ask that? Of course, it was him.“Yes, what do you want?” The (fully justified) anger in his voice was apparent.“Mike, oh God, thank you for picking up. I didn’t know if you-” Emma was stammering, her nervousness getting the better of her.“Yeah, I don’t know why I did, but I did. Did you want to taunt me some more.