Your daughter and my daughter, as well as her friend Mandy Sonneborne, planned the party and then they trashed my home. No, I don’t want money. No, ...I am not going to call the law, listen to me, please? Could we talk in person?” They hung up on my mother. My mom was a little angry now. She didn’t expect a parent to hang up on her.She called back and sternly explained that she wanted to meet with them and discuss addressing the issue. “It may be better if you came here so you can see the damage?. So, when the song ended, Luc bowed low and excused himself from Madame Le roux’s none so subtle hints and poorly executed flirtations. Desperate to get away, he snaked through the crowd before the woman could suggest they retire to one of the dark niches that was so thoughtfully provided for the guest‘s convenience (not to mention their impatient lusts). Luc snatched a glass of Champaign from a wandering servant, downed it in a single gulp, and took another. This one he nursed as he leaned. “Yes, sir,” he replied.“The first thing you must do is to disrobe like the others,” Zip instructed.The request seemed to catch him off guard, but he complied. He took off his jacket and pulled off his grey tie. He unbuttoned his shirt and quickly took it off before removing his undershirt. Then he paused.I could see the slight tint to his face as he swallowed hard. He made dead eye contact with Zip as he pulled off his shoes and socks. I held my breath as he unzipped his pants and removed. " Have no you decency?" she cried. "No sense of right and wrong? The golden rule?"He liked it better when she talked about utility. "I am trying to ignore such sentimental considerations. Right and wrong have no objective basis. Social rules are worth obeying within a small community where your relatives for instance might punish me. But we are anonymous strangers." Listen," she said. "You have laid out evolutionary reasons why you are constructed to have certain preferences. But we are.