Helene was kneeling on the floor in front of my TV with the drawer beneath the TV open, where I keep my porn DVDs!“So you like porn, Phil?” Helene...asked.“Er, yes,” Was my stumbling reply.“ It's ok Phil, I like watching porn too. Can we watch some later?”“Yeah if you want to. Anyway dinner is served, madam.”“Lovely. It does smell good.”“Good. It’s nothing posh but I hope you like it. I Had cooked steak, not huge ones but big enough, with, chipped sweet potatoes and salad. We ate and chatted. I married unwisely and the a-hole I married eleven months ago has found a buddy who is love with him and is seeking an uncontested divorce. Daddy has paraded three attorneys for me to choose from and I liked none of them. I was talking to Marion the day manager here and we were looking at you lifting weights. She said you were a honey, sighing that it was a pity she was married, and then said a curious thing. She said you were an attorney.’ ‘Curious?’ ‘It intrigued me her saying that just when. “Mister Carter?” she called. I rose from the waiting room seat I’d been occupying and went over to her. She handed me the papers: Jenna’s class schedule and a short list of other things we had to get taken care of: the standard health clearance and the transcript from her junior high.“Thanks,” I said, “when do these have to be in by if I may ask?”“You should get them in as soon as possible,” she said, “no later than the end of the month though.”“Okay, noted. And thanks,” I said. She nodded and. ..no. Or yes. My head was spinning. There was not a second chair so, in camel-like stages, I knelt. And immediately regretted it. Now it would look like I was nuzzling in on my daughter's violation of my privacy. Becoming a co-conspirator so to speak. Hey, babe, if you like these pics check THIS one out! Let me have the mouse..."Hunh?" Hunh what?" I asked, with a head shake."Is that why mom left you? She found out you were gay?" I'm not gay."Brittany blew exasperation through flared nostrils..