At the office where I needed to check in, I just took Trish out of the car and held her hand as I went in. I rented a cabin for the week. Trish remind...d me about Monday morning and the sixty hours. I told her that I had lied and that I was keeping her for a full week plus both weekends.Ten days was better than just two and a half days in any man’s book.After I parked my car behind my cabin I got undressed. Then I took Trish and my camera out to the far end of the swimming pool. There was one. Sliding her feet into strappy black stilettos, she teetered back and forth over the carpet of her bedroom before balancing herself on the narrow, spiky heels. From there she strode over to her full-length mirror, feeling her bare hips shift under the material of the dress, and scrutinized her bare face and lackluster hair. In half an hour, she had her hair in glossy, loose waves and had accentuated her eyes with an eyeshadow that matched her dress. Knowing full-well that most lipstick didn't. Not everything narrated truly happened. However, the situations were real. I will leave it to the reader's imagination to determine which parts actually occurred. The rest are my passionate fantasies. I let my desires propel the story to describe what I wish would happen with my son."There was a period in my life when things did not go well. I was divorced and feeling very inadequate and lonely. My son Josh, who was in college at this time, was a great comfort to me and spent a lot of time with. It was during that meeting that I learned theywanted me to make an appearance at the actual fair. Apparently Amy hadorganized it, but both Dad and my security guys were upset that theyhadn't been informed. Poor Amy looked like she was going to have a heartattack as we climbed into a golf cart that would take us to where we weresupposed to go. I sat in the front seat and Amy and Mason climbed ontothe back seat. The driver took off immediately."Don't worry about it," I turned and told Amy. She.