She didn't mean it Daddy; she was just trying to keep him there. She didn't even think of what she said in front of you until the next day. She was de...vastated when she realized what she had done to you."Amy held me close as she tried to comfort me, as she saw the shame and sorrow on my face for what I had done to Megan. My voice broke as I asked her the question I dreaded to hear the answer for."Amy... have I... have I lost her forever? Can she ever forgive me? Will she at least talk to me, so. They were hungry, so there was little talk until Sara's fine, seventy-five-year old brandy appeared. Over the edge of his glass, Ralph asked, "Say, Sara. What about Teddy? Is he coming tomorrow? Can he handle this?'Sara told Ralph of Teddy's call the night before. And she didn't think Teddy could have 'handled it'."Well, you know, yourself, Sara, he was sort of your childhood sweetheart, all grown up. You had this romantic thing about Teddy, you took care of him. And for him, you were his. He hadn’t meant to ask anything except her name, but that show of vulnerability shook him and made his voice harsher than intended as he found himself growling at her. ‘Do you do this a lot? Pick up some guy at the bar, tease him, drive him wild with lust and then let him drag you back to his for a quickie?’ As she mutely shook her head he continued angrily, ‘I could be anyone, do you not have any common sense? I could be a serial killer, collecting silly young women and chopping them into tiny. Long and hard. And about the rules around here." She paused, breathing heavily with anger. "Now, I do not want to see your face for several hours, Daddy." As you wish, dear. I'll be in my room."Grant trekked back to his room and shut the door. He had insisted on having a second phone line installed after he arrived and was grateful of that now, as he picked up the receiver and dialed."Hello, dear. I need to speak with Mr Lockhead, please. Of course you may. I'm Mr Blaine. I'm sure that -- yes,.