You're not fooling anyone, by the way," she added, grinning broadly. "I saw what you were doing when I came in." Her eyes danced with amusement."Oh? A...d just what do you think you saw?" I asked, feeling my face flush with embarrassment. "I'm simply taking a bath, that's all." Come on, Mom! You were playing with yourself." Giggling now, she sat down on the edge of the tub beside me, openly gazing down at my naked body. "Geez ... it's no big deal, you know? I do it all the time." She paused for a. The next I knew he’d pulled a huge roll of blueprints from one of the many cubbyholes in his home office and spread them out on his worktable – a four-by-eight-foot drafting table with a slight tilt to the surface.Jon flipped through to the plot plans and the ground floor layout of Andrew and Darby’s home. He spread some orange tracing paper over the plan, and with a pencil started to making slashing lines as he talked a mile a minute about trusses, bathrooms, electrical service boxes, zoning. That afternoon as she was returning home with groceries, she turned down the street and saw Ben walking along the side of the road. Ben was a senior who lived across the street. He was about six feet tall, with light brown hair and blue eyes. He had that lanky posture of boys his age and with his dark-rimmed glasses, he looked like the geek he was.Jenny pulled the Corvette over and stopped. “Hi, Ben; need a ride?” she asked.“Gosh, thanks, Miss Jenny,” he said, climbing into the car. Having had. At any rate, Greg never broke stride.Later, Cal had to admit to himself and to Ken that his next move was more deadly than it had to be. But within a fraction of a second he had unleashed a full-force kick at Greg's knee. Immobilizing a dangerous opponent by taking out a knee was a standard defensive tactic, and Cal used it instinctively.There was more than just stopping Greg on Cal's mind, though. He wanted to punish the would-be rapist. Cal could deliver a punishment that Greg could not buy.