" I can understand why - Maxie? - would be upset." It's all his fault, come to think of it. He made me be this way. I used to be a Plain Jane. Can you...tell?"I shook my head, and then realized she probably couldn't see that movement. "No, not at all." Thanks. I paid enough, it should look natural. Time was, I didn't care much for sex, but Maxie demanded I give him a son."Demanded? I hadn't asked for her 'story' but what else was there to do, locked up like we were? Sure, there was sex, but I'd. His name was Roger, a boy of 18; he was what the teenage girls called a 'hunk' with just the right body proportions and a winning smile.When Lorraine finally got the young man to admit that he'd been frequenting an 'anonymous sex club' and that many of his school buddies were doing the same thing she read him the riot act and made him promise that he would never go there again.At first she thought about telling the boy's parents. She knew that he wasn't going to stop this unsafe behavior. She. "Watch me," said Lola as she led me out on to the stage."Tonight we want any members of the audience who are related to any ofour performers to come up on stage," Said Lola.No-one, including Jeremy moved."I think there is an ugly duckling out there who is about to become aswan," Lola teased. "Does no-one recognise any of our performers? If wehave to come for you we will be using handcuffs..."Jeremy had no idea as, like other members of the audience, he lookedaround him trying to work out who. My ring at the bell was answered by my father,unkempt and unshaven minus his shirt-collar and with his braces danglingat his sides, and it was obvious from his enquiring stare that he didn'tknow who I was. "'Hello Daddy," I whispered quietly, trying out my newvoice on him for the first time. He gulped, "'Oh. its - Umm. Umm" - Iwas beginning to feel like a pratt standing there and he awkwardly backedaway as I prompted him into action - "Its Victoria, - your youngestdaughter, don't you.