"I mean, mydaughters still listen to it often enough that it might feel overused." I agree," Dad agreed. "Okay, if there are no objections, then we'll... cross it off," Scott said,hovering his pen above his paper. When nobody said anything, he crossedthe song out and moved on to the next. "Don McLean's 'If We Try'," Scott said and looked up at the rest of usagain."I don't know that one," I told him. Scott turned to his laptop and didsomething before the song started playing in the room. It sounded. “Well, you should get back to bed. I’m going, too,” he said, removing his arm.Before he stood, he leaned in, smiled at her, his grey eyes soft, and kissed her cheek lightly. “Thanks for the company, sweetheart.”Back in bed, Addison could still feel the spot on her cheek where he kissed her. Warmth permeated her body. She knew why. She adored him. She adored this dad, the one who spent time talking with her not at her, the one who hugged her, touched her unconsciously, the one who smiled with. " I told him. "Put them away and come down to lunch. Your mother is waiting on us. I want you to go down and thank her for inviting me to live with you, OK?"They both grinned like idiots and nodded agreement. As we walked down the hall, I pulled the jersey over my head. It fit me like a tent. It came down to the backs of my calves in back, but my breasts held the front up so it just came to my knees. The short sleeves came down to my forearms and the neck was so wide that it slipped off one. "That's it. Once he saw this, the guy in Security knew they had a problem." The picture shows a girl struggling helplessly against ropes that are holding her against the heel of the display shoe. The picture moves around as the operator tries to make out exactly what is going on. Its movement gives the footage a prurient feel, as though the CCTV operator was keen to take in every detail. It lingers on the way the ropes at her ankles fix her legs against the heel, the ones at her waist press her.