?Let me get changed,? she said. ?I?ll show you and the otherssomething.? Isaid OK. After all, we weren?t that worried when we arranged her late nights...im. Anyway, we watched while she changed out of her pink pj?sand pulled on a black bra and panties. She pulled a brush through her hair. Asshe stood up, I thought, ?Actually she hasn?t got a bad body. She must keepherself pretty fit, somehow.? She found a short skirt and a tight white top inthe case and put those on too. It was a different look. She went straight to the bathroom and ran a tub of very hot water, hoping it would wash away her shame.Her fourteen-years-old son Mark's last words 'Mom, we're gonna play this game again soon!' before she left the garage kept echoing thru her mind. She knew her young sons will do these lewd acts with her again, and she was totally powerless to stop them.She should report them to the proper authorities, but they might send her sons to juvenile detention or worst, take them away from her. She. At first, our field visits took us to places we knew: where our parentsand grandparents had lived. Some of the spice was tracking the changes insurname as we went back through our female relatives: the male line keepsits surname generation after generation. As we went back in the samegenerational steps we started to find houses that had been bombed duringthe war and no longer existed, and others that had simply beenredeveloped. Another side to it was uncovering the skeletons in ourancestors'. The trouble is, if you know, you don't have to ask. Years later I met a guy who wore a kilt (and no, I'm not saying what's worn under a kilt; nothing was worn, it was as good as new). A kilt is a skirt, but of heavier material, at least for the guy, and they have a sporran to keep things down. A girl can get turned on, and you won't know it. A boy gets a hard on, a girl gets wet and certain parts of her relax and open up, but you can't see it.I sort of knew this, as much as any girl, but I.