Coach H lead me to another bedroom. In the center was the bed with several video cameras on tripods pointed at the center of the bed. There was a ca...era at the left head corner, a camera at the left foot corner, a camera in the center of the left side, and a camera pointed up at the ceiling which was mirrored. On the night stand was a hand held video camera. On a desk were 4 monitors showing what each video camera was seeing. I was a bit surprised. "Come on get undressed. Don't be camera. ‘I’ve heard of being deliberative, but do you usually take four months to consider a simple dinner offer and then fly 3,000 miles to say yes?,’ and I quickly added, ‘because I am thrilled you did that.’ ‘No. It’s more complicated.’ Juliette looked at me with a vulnerability that had been missing to this point. I had an instinctively protective feeling. ‘OK, Patrick, here goes.’ She looked down at her empty cup and said: ‘I have only had intercourse one time in my life. I want to try it again. With one last desperate push, the frame slid into its place. The wind seemed to have accepted its loss - all became quiet and still. I stood steadying my breath, leaning my forehead into the glass separating me from the outside. The raindrops stained the glass - one, two, ten, then a hundred streaked down, distorting the full moon and the darkness into a vision of a Dalí’s painting. Inside was comfortably quiet. And warm. Too warm, it felt, perhaps because the perceived intruder was locked out. ‘She’s nineteen years old, after all.’ ‘Indeed,’ Jonathan agreed. ‘If you had expressed any reservations, that likely would only have encouraged her all the more, knowing little Alex.’ ‘It’s ‘Alexandria’ now, Jonathan, she really has grown up somewhat. But you are correct, and the three of us all knew it. I could tell by the way Agnes and Irene looked at me and one another just after she asked, we could either say yes, or she would find someone else to invite her and ‘accidentally’ turn up.