"Old enough," she said."I appreciate the offer. You are very pretty and very nice, but you don't owe me anything, and I try not to lie with girls youn...g enough to be my daughter." I'm not, honest," she said. "I never had a man, really, 'cept the Germans." Tell me how old you are." Seventeen," she said, putting her hand on my thigh."Try again," I said."Sixteen."I was quiet."In August," she said."And your sister, she's what, twelve?"She nodded, "Almost thirteen."I leaned down as kissed her gently. "He said it louder."Come on! Don't be that way, sweetie. Look, if you don't want to be with me that way, at least come down. I'll pay you for your help, okay? Just let me prove to you that I'm grateful, somehow." I don't want your fucking money, Charlotte!" I heard him yell. She pulled the phone away from her ear and shivered."What do you want then? I'll do anything."He was silent again, and Charlotte let him think without saying anything. For some reason, she grabbed my hand and placed it on. The photos continued until they got to the clothed versions, ones where she was in a swimsuit, collecting a trophy for being the best swimmer. How it all felt so distant, long and forgotten. She used to be a pure soul once.Wearing a bathing suit always caused her to be reluctant to swim and heavily shy but after having won so many, she didn’t let it affect her performance. It still made her feel almost naked though she was not entirely so. Chris snickered as he looped a finger in between the. Not that I had been THAT depressed - but outside the house it was even worse. For some unknown reason it made me feel slightly better. I wondered what the shrinks would get out of that.It was quite late when I had done all my schoolwork for the next week. Suddenly my phone rang. No caller ID. I hesitated for a moment before answering."Eric."Before anything else, there were sobs on the other end."Thank God you answered. Please can you pick me up? I could only remember your number. Please.