"On a Saturday?"I subtracted another five points from my already low estimate of his IQ. "Last night was Friday. I got off work three hours ago. Why a...re you looking for your daughter here?"As if he had finally made the Friday-Saturday connection he grunted, a drawn-out occasion accompanied by malodorous breath still saturated with last night's garlic and beer. "I figure she's been foolin' around lately. You know--by the way she'd been actin'. All moonstruck eyes 'n' giggles? I found where she. Well, a disembodied female voice which seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere. It might not be a Goddess. It could be ... well, a God who just sounded female.Felek realized he obviously wasn't thinking clearly.His grip on Ruta tightened, arms wrapping around her waist as she leaned back against him. All eyes in the tower room were on the wooden statue. Felek sensed they, too, were too shocked to speak. Well, someone had to say something. He cleared his throat."I ... I am Felek, son of. And I never put on a sex show before ... at least not while I was sober.“I’m not sure why I’m telling you all of this. I’m sorry I lied to you. My conscience has been killing me. But the things we did ... the things you did to me, those were the hottest thing I’ve ever done. I loved doing it in front of all those dirty old men. But all afternoon I kept wondering how great it would be if it was just you and me. Are you mad? I’m so sorry I lied.”I put my arms around her and held her tight to my. Of course a special sort of clothing can be talked about before the meeting, but don't expect me to buy something just for you. If I don't have it, too bad!This guy, who was in his thirties, didn't care about my clothes. At the end of the day, he'll see me naked most of the time anyway, so why even bother. I still think the short skirt was a nice touch, so I at least look girly and sort of sexy to him.We didn't spend much time outside, because we clearly agreed to what was going to happen this.