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through their teeth to each other.
    Focus Lindsay, he's the story, that's all he is. The stinking, sneaky, lowlife, blackmailing story.
    "You're easily pleased." She said. "I'm not sure I like that. I'll be ready at eight. I might even take a shower."
    "You're a dirty girl." He laughed. "Just the way I like it. See you later and Lindsay…"
    "Yes Dale ?"
    "I'm really glad you called."
    A lump came to her throat. He always sounded so goddamn sincere.
    Focus, focus.
    "Me too. See you later." She ended the call just as Nena bounded into the room followed by her babysitter.
    "Aunt Lindsay, you're home early!" The thrilled little girl ran up to her. The babysitter eyed her suspiciously.
    "Is everything alright Ms. Day?"
    "Oh sure, sure. You can take off Miriam, I'll pay you for the whole day, don’t worry. I'm just working from home today. I know you've got plans this evening. I'll catch you tomorrow."
    "Okay Ms. Day, that's great thanks. I really appreciate it." The young woman took her leave and Nena continued to buzz around the room.
    "Can we play princes and princesses today?"
    "Sure we can. We've got all afternoon to hang out, but tonight I have to go out."
    "Oh no, no, no, no, you're always working late Aunt Lindsay, can't you stay home just one day?"
    "I'm here now Nena, and a really nice lady is going to come and look after you tonight--"
    "I want Miriam to look after me. I don’t like other minders."
    "This one is different, she's special. Like Mary Poppins special."
    "I don't want Mary Poppins, I want Miriam." Nena folded her arms and grimaced. If it was one thing she shared in common with her Auntie it was her ability to be a stubborn little ass. This could turn out to be a very long day for Lindsay if her little miss wasn't content.
    "Do you know who I'm meeting tonight?" She said.
    "I don’t care who you're meeting. They can go jump in a lake."
    "Okay, I'll tell him that. I'll tell Dale Hargrave to go jump--"
    "Dale?" Nena's eyes opened nearly wider than her head. "You're meeting Dale?"
    She began squealing and running around the living area in wild circles.
    "I knew he was your prince charming, I knew it, I knew, I knew it."
    Lindsay began to regret her tactic, even if it had worked.
    "It's just a date Nena, like a play date with one of your friends. He's not my prince charming. Girls like me don’t have Prince Charmings."
    Nena darted around the room, then back up into Lindsay's face, grabbed her by both ears and pressed her tiny nose up against her aunt's.
    "You can't fight love aunt Lindsay? Don’t you know that?" She shook her aunts head from side to side to put some sense into it.
    "Even I know that and I'm only eight years old."
     
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    Nena was sitting in between Dale and Lindsay, gazing up at the man who had become more like a superhero, prince, oversized playmate and giant cuddly toy every day since he had started to regularly date her beloved Aunt Lindsay. It had been six weeks already and not only had he been coming to visit them at their place, but they had been on visits to his places , several of them, many times over the weeks and there was always some special treat in store for the little girl.
    This time, however, the treat was extra special.
    They had been in the air on his private Gulf Stream for quite a while and Nena had already reached several peaks of hysterical excitement, each to be followed by comatose naps only to awaken again into even more excitement.
    Lindsay was tired just looking at her. She couldn't imagine that the little girl would have any energy left for when they arrived in Disney World.
    She was squealing with excitement again.
    "Shush Nena, please." Lindsay squeezed her hand.
    "Come on Lindsay," Dale said, "can't a girl squeal a little when she's having fun?"
    He smiled down at her and Lindsay had to catch her breath. This was getting way, way out of control. Her fantastic ploy of dating Dale Hargrave for information was beginning to feel like a bad