You never made me feel special, by doing anything really out of the ordinary. I know it wasn't all your fault. About the sex and touching. Well, I did...'t begin lovemaking much. I know. But I did touch you. I always liked touching you. Don't you remember how I'd give you baby powder massages? (and you'd usually turn that into sex, anyway!) Or how I'd snuggle up against you before I went to sleep? And maybe I didn't begin sex very often, but did I ever make you think I didn't enjoy sex with you?. She eyed her daughter carefully.“Just a magazine?”“Yes Mum, what else?” Becky really didn’t know what her Mum meant and Sheila was not about to tell Becky about Rosie.“You’re right of course Becky. About Scott that is but you know Becky you answer me back a lot and I think maybe you won’t if you know I will spank you and that will make me feel better.”Becky knew exactly what her Mum meant. They argued a lot and Becky refused to do what she was told more often than not. The fact was though her. I could see half of her bed and all of her vanity area. I don’t remember why I just recognized this vent, but later that same night I knew I had to take another look.As usual, my mom went to bed after I did…I just waited for the right time. She came into her room and closed the door; I remember slowly moving from my bed to the floor….crawling to the vent—not wanting to make any noise. Mom turned on her TV and that helped me feel a little better. When I got to the vent I peaked in and saw my. He is just as guilty as Le Gris.”“What of your household servants? Your mother?”“They were not at the estate at the time,” Jean replied.“So, there are no witnesses?” the Count asked rhetorically. “Have you anything more to offer as proof?”“Only my honor,” Sir Jean answered.“Yes, well, that won’t prove anything. Very well,” the Count said, turning to Jacques le Gris, “What say you, Le Gris? Did you force yourself upon Jean’s wife, Lady Marguerite on the 18th of January or any other time?”“Of.