" Andy?" Camille tried again."Just wait for Grandma, Mom," Andy said. "That way we don't have to go over details a hundred times." Just tell me that y...u're not ... doing something stupid," Camille said."Of course I'm doing something stupid," Andy said. "I'm 18 years old. Stupid is what I do best." Particularly when we get the chance to do something stupid together!" Regan added with a giggle.Everyone who heard the comment - which now included Robert and Anne - laughed but Camille was silent."Do. Dorothy was reading a book at the time. She’d just finished marking some essays, and had squeezed ear-plugs in her ears to drive out the sounds from Maisie’s room of Emma’s cries and the dreadful thumping of the bed against the wall. Then she noticed her daughter coming in, naked as always and saying ‘I’ve done it! I’ve done it!’ ‘Done what, dear?’ wondered Dorothy looking up from her book and noticing for the first time that Maisie wasn’t actually naked. She was wearing quite a sizable,. I needed safe, loving sex, and I needed — though I couldn’t have expressed this that night — to control my father by using my sexuality. I got both things, and I was happy for that. Over the next six months, we developed and deepened our relationship, surreptitiously of course, so as not to hurt my mother or my siblings, and I always got "things" for it, learning how to prance provocatively around the house nearly naked, with my long thick nipples (perched on my disappointingly small breasts). She barely came to the middle of his chest. He recalled also what had become a Friday ritual for her to report to the seventh floor office after lunch to help with the filing. They would always watch in fascination as she moved at the speed of lightning to get the job done. How had he not noticed that she was ill? All he had known was that she was from a poor family and lived in one of the squatter communities surrounding the city. But after her collapse he had sat up and taken notice. He had.