"My crime was vigilantism for thinking myself as high as the law, and as wise." He pointed at his back. "These," He said, "are not my punishment, they...were but a reminder. My punishment is seeing those children as I sleep, and passing the widow when I go to Winlow's Crossing, and seeing the gravestones in the cemetery there." He sneered at himself. "My punishment is living with what I had done to them, not to him." But it was not your doing, solely." She said, trying to defend him from. She smiled that mysterious smile once again and laid her cheek against the wall, staring back at the camera, her face radiant within the mass of her silky hair. Her excitement was evident in the crimson flush of her cheeks, and she could feel the rise of temperature all along her body as she reveled in the beginning feelings of getting naked before the camera. He suddenly flung the camera aside, unable to contain himself, and rushed forward, fumbling at the belt of his trousers and kicking off. Regina said, "I want to learn how." He didn't seem to get it, so Regina said, "If you tell me what to do, I will do it to you, okay?"Jim got a more serious look. Regina could tell that he was thinking. She said, "Pleeease" in her most pleading, innocent voice. Jim replied, "We'd get in trouble, Regina." She knew that was a no, but she decided to disagree with him.Regina said, "No we won't, nobody will know."He responded, "I'm talking about really BIG trouble." Regina swore she would never. She listened with bright, interested eyes and even asked if I were courting.The job was mine. The salary was a pittance which obliged me to continue living at home, a pauper dependent on the goodwill of Mum and Dad. So the months passed. Vrouw Rosamund came down once each day with the filing and to enquire on how I was getting on. After four months I was promted to senior filing clerk, the same job but double the pittance.The day of the bank's Christmas party came. Vrouw Rosamund wandered.