"Hi Katy." Hi Mrs. Brenna. Would you like to have a tea party?" Ha. No, I'm far too old to have a tea party."Brenna then sat down on the sofa and turn...ed on the TV. Katy set up her dolls and baby cups next to the TV and began having her "party"."Please can you have a tea party with me Mrs. Brenna?" Katy asked."No. Stop asking or you will ruin both my evening and yours." Brenna replied.A couple minutes later Katy asked again."Please?" That's it Katy! I'm going to put you back in diapers for. I quietly left the room with my head down and a shadow over my heart. I was dreading tonight with all my body and soul but knew better than to balk at the idea of a date with my Daddy.I walked across the street and stood outside the front door afraid to ring the bell but knowing I had no choice. With a shaking hand I reached up slowly and pressed the doorbell. Daddy answered quickly and turned on the porch light to get a better look at me. He whistled and said “Damn girl you look amazing! Did. Still, my personality stood me in good stead when I had been recruited for some dodgy work overseas. Two years of training, I survived and got rewarded with another 2 years of specialization - ‘Nuff said. You know the stuff, single, no relatives, smart and more than a little physco/socio pathic. We do things that folks don’t want to hear about, let alone see and yet we sleep well afterwards. I never had any PTSD symptoms which made the post-op psych evaluators somewhat frustrated as they had. I picked up the contents of one binder and attempted to rearrange the sheets in the correct sequence. "Here," I said."Thank you," she replied. "At least there are still some gentlemen in this city." She looked into my face."Violet!" I exclaimed. "Violet West." Gavin?" What are you doing here?" I asked."I'm an account executive -- fancy word for saleslady." Whose your client?" Dickson Gray." Dickson, huh? Do you have time for a quick coffee in the cafeteria?" Sorry, I don't -- My appointment's.