That way I can check it and not have to get too near the house all of the time,” I told him.“Couldn’t the mikes transmit directly to the recorde...?” Ed asked.“No, the mikes don’t have enough power for that distance. I can hide the retransmission equipment in the basement and plug it into the house power. That will eliminate the need to replace the batteries in it which will only be required for backup then. The batteries in the recorder can be changed when I check it and change the disk,” I told. But the best way to tell if you're growing up is this: do you have any pubic hair yet?" Umm, ... I'm not sure." What do you mean?" I asked, thinking I knew exactly what she meant."Well, I'm not sure it's really pubic hair." There's only one way to know for sure. I'll check it for you." Phase five.She started a bit as my hand reached into her lap, but apparently remembering that this sort of trust was supposedly "normal" for any girl who actually had a daddy, she said nothing. In fact, she. That man took me into another room, where there was a safe, and handed me a package of money – at least that is what he said it was. Oh, I forgot! It is still in the car, if the police did not impound the package. I shall fetch it now, madam, if it is still there.”He returned to the car. The package was in the glove compartment, untouched. At this point he recalled not mentioning anything to the police about the visit, being as it was over the border and outwith their jurisdiction. He shrugged.. He ran his hands down her spine, periodically asking “does that hurt?” or “what about that?”, until he reached the small of her back. “Your vertebrates here are a little out which is causing you the discomfort. I will just have to sort them out in a moment” he said then carried on a little further down brushing his hands gently against her buttocks as he withdrew.“Could you lie down on your front for me Lucy?” He saidAs she did so, she glanced at the front of his trousers and noticed a bulge.