Even her close association with the infidel in her book is accepted. Have you read it yet?” Lucy demanded.“Yes I read it recently. The meeting off... Iceland wasn’t a bloodbath,” I demanded.“It could have been, and you surely can’t find fault with her style. She is a hell of a good writer and you know it.” She almost screamed it at me.“Okay she is, but I don’t need the publicity. Why did she give my name to the press,” I said.“She needed a scapegoat. It’s as simple as that,” Lucy informed. ’ ‘Listen Cindy. Do you own a red garter belt, a red g-string, matching red stockings and bra and black boots and a snappy black hat and see-through umbrella?’ ‘I’m not having sex with you.’ ‘I really don’t think anyone has umbrella sex but anyway we are clear about no sex. If you wore that outfit I’d pay you a few bucks.’ ‘God why do nice looking and well mannered guys have to be closet perverts?’ ‘I don’t know what you’re on about. I’m talking an el cheapo modeling assignment, in public.’. It was his goal to see if he could bring both of them into a hypnotic state at the same time. He finished up his 5:00 p.m. appointment that afternoon and went back upstairs to test Sara to see if she had any recollection of what had happened in his office in the early afternoon, with a smile on his face.“Whose getting dinner tonight . . . Are you Sara?” he asked finding her in the den working on her homework. “Amy’s turn. She is going to make that stir fry you and mom like. Oh and thanks for. We take breaks and just watch, some smoking and others drinking, swapping numbers and addresses, talking about what we are into and our little perversions and family members that can be persuaded to be seduced on an overnight stay, legal and i*****l, but in the privacy of our own homes.Many years before all of this I remember a grown-up party at our country home, I got out of bed and went to the bathroom and on passing my parents room, saw my mother in the bed with two men I had never seen.