" You let out a very tired "Yes Daddy." I kiss you again and off to work I go.As the morning goes on I begin to wonder how you are doing. It's almost ...unchtime and I haven't heard from you. The boss comes rings my phone and tells me he wants all the managers to go to lunch. There goes my idea for nooner, but I quickly adjust and make a new plan.At lunch, my phone goes off and I know it is you without even looking. Messaging you at lunch is tough but I let you know about my day and find out that. Did he consider Lisa to be of higher rank? Well, yes. It was her flat, after all, and her wages from the pet-store paid for the food. Of course it was stupid to not have done the fucking dishes, he had meant to, but that article about beavers had got him thinking and suddenly Lisa was home and pissed. ‘And I can also see you´re not fucking listening to me now. What are you thinking of now, that´s so important?’ ‘Well, beavers…’ ‘Beavers.’ ‘Yeah, I saw this article. Did you know there´s a lot of. A writer has to have a lot of tenacity, and believe in who they are, that what they have to say is important, and worth saying. Even in a genre, like erotica, the writer must be able to convey a whole story, not just a series of bizarre sex scenes.’ ‘Not that there’s anything wrong with a series of bizarre sex scenes, now is there?’ Penny said, smiling. Marilyn looked at her and rolled her eyes, ‘all right, you go peddle your papers. I have some work to do. I’ll have to get to my safety-deposit. And no he wasn't my father."The old one laughed then again asked, "How many seasons are you?"He sat perplexed, not fully understanding her meaning. "Seasons? Years? Are you asking me how old I am?" It was as if a light was suddenly turned on in her head, she smiled and patted his small hand. "If that's what your asking, I'll be 16 next month." He replied.She reached behind her and moved a clay bowl nearer the fire, inside were a plethora of leaves and nuts, many he had no idea what they were..