I followed her in, closing the door behind me. She led me through the hallway to the living room. It wasn’t very large and it was full of old-fashio...ed looking furniture.“Yeah, this place is a dump,” she laughed, “my parents used to live here. Most of the stuff here was theirs. I don’t mind though, I don’t really care about such things.”“Neither do I,” I smiled.“Sit down,” she said, indicating a large leather couch, “do you care for a drink?”“Sure,” I said, sitting down on the couch.She opened. When are they due?”“Today.”“Oh, shit.”“I’m not your accountant. I took care of the business taxes and coordinated with the tax man, but you have to file your own income tax.”“Isn’t there some kind of family filing we have to do?” I asked. Shit! How were taxes for a plural domestic partnership figured?“Not this year. We weren’t registered for 2021. That’s just something else we have to deal with now that we’re...” Sophie’s voice faded off and she looked far away. I wrapped her in my arms.“Now. I was a Sunday evening and I knew that Mandy often went out to dinner with her family on a Sunday. I hid in the bushes until I saw the car pull out of the drive. I used a ladder I had hidden in her garden earlier to climb up into her window (which she had carelessly left open). There I was in her room, filled with adrenaline because I knew the tables were about to turn. I installed a video camera in one end of her room. One that could see in very low light levels, my father was a documentary. June wondered why Mr. Jones did not tell the boys to stop rubbing her legs and bottom; she also wondered why he continued to take more photographs.June finally said to the boy's."I don't think your hands on my bottom are an appropriate please stops it."Mr. Jones then said to June."If you want paying for this photo shoot led the boys put their hands where they want."He then gave her a menacing look. June felt a little afraid by his odd look; Mr. Jones then gave her a little wicked smile and.