"It's not all sex work, of course. Any business of that size needs support and grounds staff--" "Gee, Mom." Melanie's voice dripped with sarcasm. "Can I get a summer job there? I'll be the best jizz-mopper ever!" "Melanie!" Emma snapped. I quickly shoved a forkful of prawn in my mouth, trying to keep myself from laughing, but I couldn't hold a straight face. Melanie grinned at me, sensing a kindred spirit at the table. "Language," Caitlin told Melanie, then looked sidelong at me and muttered, "Don't encourage her."