“Don’t let first impressions count against him.”“To be honest,” I said, “I was expecting that. I decided to push back to see what would ha...pen.”“You seem to like pissing contests,” she remarked.I busied myself with my breakfast. “So, what’s the deal with the mansion?” I asked nonchalantly.For the briefest moment, I saw a flicker in her aura. “What do you mean?” she asked, “I already told you.”I nodded. “It’s a setup,” I said, “but for who or what?”She stared at me for a long moment.“Your uncle. I opened the living room door and was immediately greeted with the smell of alcohol, and dad's gentle snoring.I pushed the door open and my heart leaped, dad was naked, lying full length on the sofa, facing the TV, his clothes lying on a pile on the floor, where he had discarded them, but what really caught my attention, was that he had an erection, and was watching a porn movie.I swallowed hard as I edged towards him, stupidly tippy-towing on a thick pile carpet, so as not to disturb him.My. "The Tahitian Royalty used to vacation there," Sarah, the purser, had said to me when she served me dinner and poured me what must have been my sixth or seventh glass of Champagne. From there, a three hour boat ride, and now I find myself on the arm of the most beautiful man I have ever encountered. Celine's comment about getting laid came back to me just at that moment. I wonder what it would be like to have him in my bed, his broad chest pressed up against my breasts. "Is everything alright?". Somehow I don't think Ernie would have been satisfied with making him cry 'uncle' like Bozo was with him. And if Bozo hadn't come to my rescue when Ernie was coming at me, all bets would have been off."Mary came over to us. "How is he?" I'm sure he'll live. Of course, you wouldn't know it to look at him. Poor Baby. My hero." I squooshed him to my face and he ate it right up.Mary said, "I saw Sara run across the front lawn towards Mrs. Simpson when Mom was coming back up the driveway. Looked.