He used to sit in the potting shed looking at them. I didn’t realise until he was dead. I had no idea, I say. It was after he’d died, and I was ti...ying his things up. Sacks of clothes for the hospice shop and that kind of thing. And I thought ‘I wonder if there is anything in the shed that we don’t need’ I was still thinking ‘we’ rather than ‘I’. I came in here, and ... well I was shocked at first. Then I was fascinated. Can I tell you something? I went upstairs and undressed to see how I. I backed away, giving you two room. Watching Cynthia wield that measuring tape the way she did against your body...I fantasized it was nylon bondage rope. Especially when she allowed it to slide through her left hand so as to straighten it. Then with her right hand, threw it across your body with your back to her and caught in her left hand as your hands were up and to your sides. Only to push herself against your back while she pulled the rope....I mean measuring tape, across your breasts.. He'd gone to let Mrs Walker know to put something special on the table, and had sent Jake down by the river to relax. The Walkers had set up some outdoor furniture there, and it was nice to sit in the shade and watch the water burble by, calm and certain. Apparently the river was lethal when the weather went sour, but in late summer it was harmless enough.Mr Walker had told Jake that his daughters liked to swim down here, but he'd seen no evidence so far. He'd seen the daughters though. Jane. I was severely rebuked whenever I made a small mistake, in front of everyone in his family and they all like to see me being chastised like I am a family pet. So Pastor told me that I have to go apologize to his wife who is sitting in their bedroom eating potato chips, which I am never allowed to eat because the Pastor doesn't want me to eat any junk food. I apologized to his wife and his wife said very casually if the next time I am late, I should just stay out and never come back. His wife.