"You're a parson, remember? We're not supposed to worry about worldly things like money."Aidan put on his condescending face, the one he used when the...parishioners didn't understand one of his sermons. "Dear Edie," he said, shaking his head. "Dear, sweet Edie. There is nothing in the Bible that tells us money is evil. I see no need for us to live like monks. There is nothing wrong with the money and fame that discovering a Viking hoard will bring us. Not to worry, darling." Worrying is my. Wonderful to meet you Amy ... come on in!"Dad walked up and said, "My, I see my standards in women are yours as well, Michael."Amy blushed as he kissed her hand."Dinner will be ready in ten minutes. Would either of you like a drink?" Marsha asked."Amy doesn't drink, how about a glass of water?" I responded."All right, I'll be right back," mom said."So," my dad said, "You met at auditions?" Yes," my nervous fiancée answered, "It's rather funny how it all happened..."As mom came back in Amy began. Chapter 2I came to when a bucket of water was splashed on my face. I opened myeyes to see the girl standing there. She seemed to have changed herclothes and all she wore was a bikini made out of some rough leather andsome worn out knee-high boots. She also had a whip in her hand.On seeing the whip, the colour drained from my face. I left all shredsof dignity and courage behind and prostrated myself in front of her,kissing her boots. "Please don't whip me mistress. I'll do anything,". I would have liked her anyway, but amongst the supercilious smarminess that infected the party, she was a god-send.We retired to one of Katie's kitchens after chatting on her verrandah for half-an-hour; my elder sister teased me not to "corrupt" the young lady when she offered us more champagne on a silver platter, but I was driving and had to seek soft drinks inside. It was quieter, cooler and more private inside the house, but we could see over the garden from our viewpoint while we.