He asked immediately, "How did you know thatJaimie was born a boy?"Dr. Eliot wasted no time in responding, "I have been his doctor forfour years." Jos...ph grinned. He walked right into our trap.Joseph asked, "That was before her parents died in a horrific car crashand Jaimie was in a coma for while?" Dr. Eliot said, "Yes" but had alook of distaste on his face.Joseph went after him again, "Doctor, did you read the recommendationsregarding Jaimie's aftercare?"Dr. Eliot admitted, "I read them and I. . foxes all of the time?”“Yes, I do – Sarah?” I asked.“Between Buena Park and Norwalk, we have an extra day.”“Oh, the jokes I could make from that sentence alone,” Craig remarked, causing my group to chuckle.“It seems we’re available, how much?”“How much for what, Charles?”“For us to be there for your little show,” I said, getting really close to him.“Nothing about me, or the show is little, young man,” he said, looking back over at the ladies. “How about $5,000 for the lot of you?”“Nice. I could just make out the roundness of one of your breasts, the slightly darker aureole contrasting just enough with the milky whiteness of your bosom for me to see. Although I had not meant to, I had already moved closer to your door. I could hear the muffled melody from some music in your room but could not identify it. Now I could see you more clearly, your hair was still damp, from a shower perhaps, or a relaxing bath, and I caught the scent of lavender in the air. You shifted again. I could feel him groping without touching — pinching and prodding with humor. It only took one glance to drive me up the wall. But the subtle torture didn’t end there. At night, I would often glimpse David watching television in his bedroom. Now, normally it wouldn’t have been anything special, but David was far from normal. He was hiding something from me — something juicy. Ever since I’d spied on him so many weeks before, it seemed that David was making the conscious decision to always shut.