"Kelly, don't worry. I'm not going to get mad. There are only two rules we all have to follow tonight. One, have as much fun as you can. Two, help the...others have fun tonight. That's not going to be hard is it?"Kelly smiled. "Have fun? That's all?" Mindy nodded as Mike smiled and nodded as well. "I think I can do that." Good. Then let's unwrap our present," Mindy said reaching for Mike's shirt. "You get the pants."Kelly hesitated for a moment, then smiled and grabbed Mike's belt. "Okay," she. .." That's not what I mean," she lifted her index finger and waved it."What I mean is, what did you feel when you impersonated Samantha?" Um.. I felt good... and weird actually. I mean, I had training with theagencies and this is not the first time I disguised myself for a briefmission..." Did you feel excited?"I hesitated. "Or perhaps...titillated?" she saidShe tilted her head and wet her lips. Her dark eyes kept directed atme, immersing me, dwarfing me."I don't understand, Ma'am," I. Because there was a real problem – in fact two of them. His story had almost broken her heart – he was dirty, smelly and dressed in rags but he had been so heroic and all he wanted was a holiday to remind him of what might have been. And the poster was out of date and the inaugural offer had expired and she didn't know how to tell him that his naive fantasy could never be. So she laid it on the manager. And he too couldn't bear to shatter the dream the old tramp had.So, the manager decided that. "Well, I can tell you that..." Olivia," My Father snapped, the first words he had spoken since we hadall sat down in the living room, "Kitchen. Now."He rose from his armchair and strode into the kitchen."Excuse me ladies," Mum said, rising from her chair and following him.I sighed deeply. Things looked bad. Dad had been silent while Lisa hadexplained the situation. Now, he seemed to have made a decision. Therefollowed a short whispered conversation that we could not overhear.Stephanie gathered.