Why, why you asking?”“My father got pissed, acted like there was something wrong with me being in Deana's room after he went to bed.”“Dude, yo...u finally decided to listen to me and—”“No!”“Why else would you be in her room late at night?”“Same reason you might need to go in Becky's room,” he said. “Anything, get something, leave something in there or maybe you need to talk to her. Not a big deal, right?”“No, not a big deal,” Jason said. “Of course, if your sister was giving you head and your dad. It was her stupid idea that got us into this mess. And at first I did blame her. But in a rare moment of clarity I came to realize that I should have said no as soon as she made the stupid suggestion that led to our current predicament. And I can't deny that if I was a better mother, if I raised her right, if I taught her to be an honest, moral, respectable young woman and gave her a decent home life the foolish plan she came up with would never have occurred to her.But the truth is I'm a. I can't mistreat somethin'... somethin' this NOBLE!" He stood and walked to the door. "You two stay here. I'm gonna go make things right." Then he was gone."Do you trust him?" Bobby asked finally."Not even as much as a child molester in a pre-school." Me either."They waited in silence several moments."If you smell anything funny or feel sleepy, say something. We'll break down the door if they try to gas us," he said with all the confidence of an eighteen-year-old.It COULD be... it could be that. After showing me around the bungalow Roger took me back to the main house for a beer. While we were drinking our beers, Roger said that he wanted to tell me a secret about his boss. I told Roger the secret would be safe with me. Then Roger said, "My boss is really a kinky kind of guy."I said, "That's the secret, your boss is kinky? More than half the people in Hollywood are kinky." Not just kinky, I mean really kinky. Come here I want to show you something," Roger said as he started leading me.