“hey david how’s your break?”“pretty good, mostly just working out or watching tv.”“sounds productive, I’ve actually been taking a winte...r class, so mine hasn’t been much fun.and my mom left for a business trip so I’ve pretty much been home alone..” Sarah’s mom was some sort of high paid business-woman, she was always called away to California or new york or somewhere like that. Sarah’s dad was killed in Afghanistan about 3 years ago. “So david, what are your plans for tonight?”“not much is. I dressedin clean underwear and put the tiny dress on. I brushed my hair, pleasedto see that the feminine style was pretty much as it had been the daybefore. I put on a little lipstick and went downstairs.Mummy gave me a glass of orange juice while we waited for Alice to comedown. "Did you enjoy yourself yesterday?" she asked. I nodded. "It's niceto meet new friends, isn't it?" she added. I smiled politely. My secretdressing was being shared rather more widely than I had hoped. Not justwith new. Before we had a chance to talk, there was a knock and a very young woman stuck her head in. "Coffee or tea?" she asked. We all said coffee and she withdrew her head."I hate you, Charlie Grant!" burst Maddy."Yup. You thought I was funnin' you. Now you know the money's really there an' you're gonna have signin' on it. Better not put extry zeroes on them checks." Look," I said, "The two of you are what I'd think of as 'comfortable, ' you're nowhere near rich. So you've got to be sensible. Charlie. Only it became more than that. Mark was almost as taken by the young lady, ten years his junior, as she was by him. At sixteen she was pretty, well-shaped, and knew how to present herself. She was not particularly practical or even bright, but she knew how to make the most of her assets, such as they were. Her father would have happily married her off to his 50-year old business partner to cement the business more firmly together but, though obedient to her father in most things, she was not.