You like it, don’t you?”I choked but she carried speaking. “All the boys look at it, but I like it when you do”.I tried protesting innocence b...t she waved away my half formed words.“Oh come on, do you think I haven’t noticed? It’s nothing to be ashamed of. In fact, for a seventeen year old young man it’s quite normal. Do you have a girlfriend?”I mumbled that I didn’t. “So you have never seen a woman’s bosom before?” She looked at me with a questioning smile.My throat was too dry to respond but. We assigned twenty-four individual forensic experts to the task. Well before the week was out we had the beginnings of a trail to follow.Doctor Abrams asked to meet with Jennifer and me five days after we arrived. His demeanor was businesslike. It was an attitude I wasn’t used to seeing from him in any of my lives. He received us in his inner sanctum. It was quiet, still and had the atmosphere one could associate with the lair of a mad scientist.“Your blood things look very different this time. Tom had another glass of the red wine, poured just as generously as mine was.“It’s a fantastic Merlot, one of the favorites of a great client of mine. He gives us cases all of the time,” said Tom as he sat down on the lounge opposite Mary.“Well cheers, and thank you for having me over,” I said, as I offered them both a toast.After a couple glasses of wine, Tom brought out some food, and more wine, and we moved to the large table opposite the chairs. Mary got up and adorned her bikini clad body. All the wayhome she pumped the adults for facts about pantomime dames and differentpantomimes. Finally she boldly declared that she was going to be inpantomimes when she grew up. We adults all smiled.It was gone midnight when we finally arrived home and we carried thesleeping Beatrice and Martina straight up to bed. Jennifer and Chenillestayed up a little later but soon they joined their younger siblings assleep overtook them. The same weariness overtook us and we exchanged'goodnights' as.