There is little I can do to help Ninay with her feelings. So we just ride them out. Her worst problem is that no one, not even Pan will support her ta...ntrums and childish behavior. Pan is the clearest on this and that is what has been sending Ninay over the top. Pan's subservient behavior undercuts Ninay's bad girl stuff. Ninay is out of step with the entire family.It is Ann who finally cuts the floor out from under Ninay one evening at the supper table when she tells Ninay to shape up or leave. "I want you to stand right there in front of me."I giggled like an idiotic schoolgirl and struggled to compose myself. What the fuck? This was so unexpected and so strange. Why would he want me to stand in front of him? Why would he just tell me like that? Why was he suddenly acting kind of authoritarian and looking at me so intensely. His voice sounded calm but there was no mistaking the command in it. It was an order, an instruction."What? Why?" I said, surprised and confused.I felt strangely. Ashley joined Phoebe on the car, and they were taken to a metro station near to Phoebes home. It was another old neighbourhood, similar to where Ashley lived. They quietly walked through the streets, and then up to Phoebe’s apartment. Her apartment was small, just a living room with open kitchen, a bedroom with a double bed, and a small bathroom with toilet and shower. ‘Welcome to my home, it’s not much, but it’s home.’ Phoebe sat down on the sofa, and invited Ashley to sit down with her. ‘How. You throw your head back giggling, a bit of chocolate is nestled in the corner of your mouth. You sip a bit of champagne and a small trickle runs out the same corner past the brown treat and lights on the soft tanned breast below. You pick up your linen napkin but I am already there to help. I bend over and lick the sweet elixir of chocolate and champagne off the captivating mound of sensuous flesh before me. I am at once trapped as if caught is some unseen ‘f***e field’ my nostrils are afire.