Then he started snickering again, stifling how loud he wanted to be. ‘What’s so funny?’ I asked. He put a finger to his lips to signal me to ‘...hh …’ and pointed to the kitchen window. My mom and dad were having an argument disguised as a discussion muffled by the closed window. ‘Roger, I just don’t like it,’ Mom said. ‘Not in my house. They’re not married.’ ‘Oh, Dolores, knock it off,’ Dad said. ‘It’s not like we had our fun before we got married.’ ‘But not in our parents’ houses,’ she argued. Keri looked down at him, her heart was heavy, yet she knew that what she was doing was the only solution for both of them. In her way she loved him dearly; he had been good to her, and had provided well for her, in a manner that her Father never could have done. She would fight for him, and protect him, to the last drop of her blood. She treated Nim with utmost respect, he was her husband and in most ways he still controlled her, although for her part she also needed him. She could not even had. I always looked forward to these visits, as did she.She had told me when I first met her she was quite a popular lady, and picked by rich gentlemen once or twice a week. But I had discovered by speaking with other ladies and Theresa the part owner of the business, that, in fact, she was very rarely chosen by other clients.I assumed she had initially told me this small lie to entice me into bed with her, to discover the delights all these other supposed clients were craving. I was okay with. " You wouldn't believe…" Try me. I'm gullible." Oh Daddy! It's just not believable." It can't be that amazing."Jessica started to retell her story to her dad. She just needed to tell someone, and she's always been close to her dad. Her mother would just judge her harshly, but her dad would comfort her. She dearly wanted to be comforted just now. But Jessica gave way too many exquisite facts in stunning detail and the comforting her dad started to give her was not the comforting she.