"My handset vibrates on the table. I have the ear piece set to silent,I'm the only one who can hear it when it wakes me up.That does not go well. The ...ight from the window is knives in my brain.It is physically painful to keep my eyes open. The clock on the tableblinks 12:00 because even in the fucking future we can't make a workinghotel clock. The hooker is tangled up in the covers still asleep. But Iknow I have to answer because it's my father calling.Actually it's my father's secretary. She. Nevertheless, she knew it was inevitable, so she bent over the desk and removed her skirt. He hit her harder than last time. She cried out on the first hit. Even though it hurt really badly she didn’t forget to count. ?One.? She kept counting until twelve when he hit his hardest yet. She cried and wept. She tried to say twelve but it just came out a gobbled murmur. ?I can only assume that was your attempt to count but it was not technically counting. Therefore, this means we start over. Her clothes are regularly left strewn over the bathroom floor as she dances over them and heads back upstairs to change. Other times, they are hastily bundled together and thrown into the laundry basket. Or maybe she will hide them some other place today to keep me on my toes. I need her to be fast now. Every moment the prize sits unclaimed, it's quality is reduced in value. If there had been a way to get to them as soon as they were removed from her perspiring body without raising suspicion, I. And they like each other, too. I mean, like half my friends have divorced parents. If listening to them every night means I never have to live through a divorce, hey, I'll sell popcorn!" Lindsey, you know Mom and Dad pretty well by now. They're the best. I don't mean to make you feel bad, but I wouldn't trade them for anything. I just hope I can find a man like Dad, so I can keep my teenagers awake at night."That actually produced a chuckle from Lindsey, but then she turned serious. "I don't.