'Thanks, Daddy.' She called me that a lot of the time now, I'd noticed. Not 'Dad', or 'Father', but 'Daddy'. She knew what she was doing, my crafty little princess, there was no doubt about that.
We drove around the San Fernando Valley for twenty minutes or so, before we found the address. It was a big condo, set back from the street, with big black gates at the bottom of the driveway. A short, fat guy welcomed us at the front door. He was carrying a long pole, with a microphone on the end of it. Turns out, this shoot had a sound guy, which Lucy assured me, meant this was a classy, big budget production. At least as far as porn goes.
Then, another guy appeared. He was older and a bit more presentable. This was Karl, the director.
'Hey, Mia, Mia, Mia! How's my favourite girl?' He exclaim
