Turned on.Then he asked me a question,'Have you thought about what exactly you want, Mrs.Dempster? ' I looked at him. His stockinged foot was between ...ine, his toes touching my ankle and I was practically sitting on his thigh but his face showed no sign of what he was feeling.'You see, Mrs. Dempster', he said, looking straight into my eyes, ' I'm sure I can provide you with what you need but I have to be sure that you are quite clear about things. I don't want to offer you something that you. "I like it rough," she now admitted to herself.But then she thought about her daughter, realizing now how much she missed her. She wondered how Isa was doing without her mother and if Claudio was taking good care of her. Then she thought, "Of course he is. He loves her much more than me." Tears now beginning to flow, she decided she had better get up rather than feel sorry for herself. She would ask Alex to take her home today.As she sat on the edge of the bed, she eyed the magazines again, and. "Look, I hope I'm doing the right thing with her tonight. It's kind of hard to explain. When you have dressed, come into our room. Perhaps you will understand after you see her. She will be happy tonight, Honey. At least, I hope so."I could feel her questioning eyes burning holes in my back as I left the bewildered teenager standing there. At the door, I turned."Is it a date?" Oh, yes! I'm sorry. Yes!" she said happily.She shook off the rest of her questions and tore into the many boxes. I. ‘I think I clean up nice. Essence of female beauty?’ Another Holly question couched in rising tone of her voice. And how could I answer without bringing doom on myself from the ever-prying eyes of the inquisition? ‘And why is that essence so important?’ A studied scholarly reply-answer a question with a question-commit to nothing, equivocate about what you meant when pressed later. ‘To catch your eye of course.’ She winked, checked her watch, ‘Ciao. Gotta run babe. Have a class with the lovely.