”“No, I don’t,” I said, “Can you tell me what areas have been searched so that I might look for him myself.”“Look, son, your father ran ...ut on your mother. If he wanted to be found, we would have found him by now.”“And if something happened to him, would you know that?”“What are you insinuating?” Jenkins asked.“I’m only suggesting that something could have happened to him. It’s been six months and there’s been no word, not a peep to suggest where he might be. Not unless you’ve heard something. He had to know. I mean, I probably wasn't the only girl or woman those boys ever peeped at. I gather that voyeurism, among adolescent boys, is practically an epidemic disease... Don't you know they probably spent hours, seeing practically nothing, to get the occasional fleeting glance at some neighbor woman, walking past her window nude, or something?"... But, in my case? All they had to do was troop into Roy's bedroom, lock the door, and hit the peepholes, and, presto, the show would start in. ..in just 3 years I'll be eighteenand then maybe we can have even more fun." She said giggling. "So how doI know you'll start telling me the truth? That's all I want. You've justbeen making excuses and trying to not talk about things. I want to knoweverything about this secret and these fetishes of yours. I already knowmost everything.....but not directly from you." Jessie, from now on I promise I will not hide things from you and I'lltell you anything you want to know. You said you were going. “You want a beer?” he asks as he gets up. “No, I’m good. I’m gonna get another glass of wine,” you say. “Alright.” He goes into the garage. You go to the counter and pour yourself another glass of wine. You look at the bottle and notice you have had almost the whole thing. He walks up behind you. You didn’t hear him come in. You have had a lot to drink, you think. He wraps his arms around your waist and kisses your neck. “She is asleep,” he says referring to his wife across the street. .