But if no boy has, does that mean a girl has?" Ummm, ya." Was it Megan?" Ya, but please don't tell, ok?" I won't tell, hon. But tell me about you and ...egan doin' that." Well, we was watchin' TV one time and they had this movie on and it showed about pirates and the captain was wearin' an eye patch. It showed how they captured people and tied them up. Since me and her both wear an eye patch sometimes, we thought we'd play pirate."Well, one of us had to be the pirate and the other had to be the. " "Clothes, sir." "Sounds promising. Mine or yours?" Now she seemed to be catching on, suppressing a smile and trying to keep her own face neutral. "Yours, sir." "Hmmm... what's wrong with my clothes?" I asked, with a playful tone. She didn't skip a beat. "Absolutely nothing. They look great, but..." Now it's my time to interject, "I'm wearing too many huh? I have to say... I like the way your mind works. Between you and me," I continued, pausing to throw a quick glance to the left and right as. The directions to her house were written in Lynne's hand, and standing where she'd found the note, Christine was looking directly into her bedroom window.She could clearly see the bed, and knew anyone standing where she stood could have seen what was happening on that bed early this morning just as clearly. For the first time since beginning the incestuous affair with her nieces and nephews three years ago, Christine wondered if the secret was out.She almost wished someone had broken in. At first, all I could hear was the clattering of the extraction fan and I looked around to find a switch for it, once it was off I could hear faint sounds and headed over to the old flue and checked it over. Initially I couldn't make out anything from the noises until I opened the sliding catch of the air vent. Then the conversations in the office upstairs came out very clearly. I closed the vent, switched the fan back on and locked the room. I now had a suspect in my sights, but decided to be.