Maybe it's a good way of making a chunk of cash. Or maybe my father just wants to take pervy photos of me."I left the room while Dad was spluttering h...s innocence.So, it took me a couple of days to think it over and agree. Hell, my dad was right, I'd make a cute ten year old in the eyes of the right kind of pervert. Sure we were okay financially, but I would be off to uni in a few years and could do with a nest-egg to bankroll me. Save up now and I could even have a holiday in a few years.When. " Maybe we can. How about Saturday evening. Perhaps a movie?" Yeah. That sounds good. Can I pick the movie?"I feigned a look of disgust. "I suppose it will be a chick-flick." A what?"Damn, I did it again. "I mean, it will be one of those mushy ones."She laughed. "You don't know me. I'm sure I'll surprise you," she said confidently."Well, then, it's your call. I'll trust you ... this time," I smirked.I got a big smile in return and we began to discuss where and when I would pick her up. Right. Cedric was in a thinking haze and Jane and Mary were working hard to keep his mind on his duties when he was on watch – they were doing this by continuously referring matters to him as OW which under usual circumstances they would have dealt with themselves; the other watch keepers were cooperating with them and Cedric was not allowed to "wander off". Cedric knew full well what was going on and ruefully admitted to himself their actions were necessary as the problem he was working on was one. I went into my room and got out an outfit that I haven't worn in ages which made me have a flashback moment where my son was 3 and I had gone out for the night with my friends and got a babysitter that my friends requested and she came this 17 year old girl named Lisa and I left her with my son to go out for the night and I got drunk and my friend’s gave me a bag and said “let’s go back to mine” and we go in one of my friend’s car who doesn't drink and we want to her home and we got her home.