Oh my God what the fuck... I mean... who the fuck are you!?"And then, after a short pause and a closer inspection she continued, "Ohmy God it's you, P...ter! What the fuck are you doing painted up anddressed like that?" Christ Tracy, please don't let anyone in here I beg you! I would diewith embarrassment," said Peter."Hey, everyone! Come and see this, my young brother dressed and paintedup like the biggest tart you have ever seen," called out Tracy to therest of the house.Peter was blushing now,. It’s kind of a dump, but it’s all I can afford.’ She didn’t sound bitter, she was just reciting a fact. ‘And you, Jurgen?’ mother continued. ‘Where are you living?’ ‘I haf a room in a boarding house near ze docks. It is adequate for me,’ he said quietly. ‘Humpf,’ was mother’s only comment. ‘That was one fine meal, Mrs. Williams,’ Shelly said after a silence. ‘Ja … very goot,’ Jurgen echoed. ‘I’m glad you liked it. I haven’t cooked for many people lately. It’s nice to have company. We should do. I was not ready for how fast the guy I was dancing with made his move. He said that he had noticed my rings and the quick way I had said yes to his asking me to dance made him think that I might just be on the prowl and then he flat out asked me if I would like to go to a motel with him. I was caught a little flat footed and said:"It is a little early in the evening for me to be making major decisions. Why don't we wait and see." Okay then, may I join you at your table? If I don't stake my. . ?”Daddy smiled grimly, “Has a taste for the black stuff. Men and boys.”“No!”I was still banking my frequent flyer miles. I hadn’t brought up the subject with Matt again. I wouldn’t unless they were about to expire. I wouldn’t let that happen; if nothing else, maybe I’d donate them to charity. Maybe I should do that anyway. Unless that would raise a red flag — draw attention to my being on the Congressional payroll. Indirectly, very indirectly, but still... Fuck.Those miles were on my mind.