"Do as your mother says, and have fun", my father chimed in, adding asarcastic slant to the word 'fun."Annoyingly the staircase was not far from the f...ont door, and beforeI'd had a chance to think of how to act I was nearing the doorstep,before my mother overtook me and finally let me maneuver of my ownaccord.'Think, Tony, think', I demanded of myself.The front door was now wide open, the world going about its averageMonday morning, while I was about to possibly experience the biggestliving. I suppose I should have been more humiliated, but at that point I just wanted to wash the funk of three dog fucks off me.There was a towel nearby and I dried myself off with it. After I was more or less dry, I tried wrapping it around my body, but it was too small to do that. The man laughed and shook his head.“Seriously, little girl, after what has happened, you’re trying to be modest?”“What about clothes? Can I have some clothes to wear?”“You don’t need clothes for any your functions here. In. “Make sure she knows where she stands, you won’t be able to take her out on Fridays, so what are you going to do instead?”“I already covered that Dad,” I replied, “I’m going to speak to Mr. Kearford tomorrow when I pick her up and ask if we can go out on Saturdays instead.”“Sensible move,” he said, “then if he says no, you can blame him.”“I didn’t think of it like that,” I said, “but I suppose that’s one way of looking at it?”“Are you going to come over for this sneak preview thing?” Mum. I wanted to look nice for you.” “The cab is waiting outside. Let’s go have a great night.” “Okay.” We left the house and walked out to the cab. The driver just smirked at the two of us when Mark gave the address to where we wanted to go. We just did a lot of small talk on the drive to the club. Once we got there, Mark paid the driver and we walked out. We walked into the club. Sam greeted Mark right away and smiled at me. “Sam, you remember Debra.” “I certainly do. I’m so glad you changed.