." Why not come to the house? Come to dinner. Anytime, but not now! I've got a show to do in half an hour!"Denise sized Andy up. Good looking in a ser...ous sort of way. Definitely not the type who could handle a hot little bitch like Lola. She bet they had their troubles. In fact, she was counting heavily on it."I didn't want to come to the house." She sounded about to cry. "I couldn't come to the house. It was something I had to talk to a man about. Perhaps you can help me!" Okay," Andy sighed. We went to his place and talked. His life hasn’t had much more than empty spaces and wind in it, and, well, you’ll know enough about mine if I just say that my husband left me, I tried to drive home to my folks and got stranded here about a year ago. I just felt really strange that night, Shannon. I suddenly had an idea, and a minute later, I almost knew that I could tell him about it, so I did.’ The waiter was back with their orders. When he left, Shannon leaned forward, ‘What was your idea?’. It was not the camp. It was the office of the administrators, Christian Youth Camps. A sign across the front windows declared so. I parked the Jeep and went inside to meet Peg."Mr. Burns? Hi, I'm Peg Barklay. Good to meet you." Peg was a redhead of 35, big-breasted in a billowy white blouse made to hide the fact. She wore black slacks and black shoes. Her hair was up, her makeup was so well applied as to be invisible. Her otherwise perfect features were marred by a scar across her right cheek,. The advice I got was that she could get in just as much trouble showing that tape as I could be embarrassed, or in other words call her bluff. So I didn’t go to her house the next day like she had told me. With in a few hours I thought I was scot free then my girlfriend showed up to my house, she smacked me and called me a sick bastard and told me never to talk to her again. I asked what was wrong why was she mad at me she said your aunt showed me some of a tape and you are sick. She then.