Com." Once again she read "Are you ready tomake a wish? Select a category."There were the same categories she remembered: "Just for fun", "friendsand ...nemies", "lifestyle", "circumstances"... Down the list was "yourideal".She was looking for some way to contact the web site. She hadn't read past"your ideal" the last time, but now she read some more choices. Shenoticed one that said "your fantasy".But "your ideal" and "your fantasy" are the same thing, aren't they? Blooddrained from her face.. She wriggles and cuddles into my side without interrupting her reading.My little girl sighs and turns a page. As she reads she hums softly and the golden sound of her voice wraps around me like a blanket.I run my hand once down my little girl's side and then rest it casually on her hip. My fingers gently pat and stroke the top of her leg.Benito is still talking."Perhaps we can get back to telling me about this bench – this dark green bench. You were saying you celebrated your daughter's third. "Almost the whole of one wall was taken up with a giant plasma screen television and music centre combined. I pushed a button and another wall was illuminated; it was made completely of huge glass panels which opened up to let in the warm night air. Another button lit up the large balcony with the chairs and table beside a swimming pool."A pool!" she gasped in astonishment, "You've got a pool." And a sauna," I laughed, “And if you look beyond the pool, you'll see a tennis court." I thought this. She finished reapplying her lipstick andlooked at me nonchalantly. "Leonard has a weakness for ladies like us,Valerie. Ever since he heard we added a new member to our circle he's beendying to meet you." "And you're everything they said you were, Ms. Imhof," he added. I said nothing, trying hard to maintain my composure. I was sure his beinghere was not happenstance. I swallowed my food and muttered a "Thank you,Mr. Hopkins." He looked at Thelma with mock disapproval. "Don't tell me, Thelma,.