Several women have reported that their houses were broken into at night while they were all alone. The intruder wore a mask, and no information exists...about his facial features. However, he is described by the women as being a man perhaps in his early thirties. This mysterious intruder, upon entering the houses of the women, then proceeded to overpower them, tie them up, and then torture them through the night. The police have revealed that none of the women complained of sexual assault, and. Her records indicated that the old scoutmaster had passed recently and the troop was being run by a Junior Assistant Scoutmaster called Sonny Perkins. He had apparently been in scouting from age eleven and was now the ripe old age of seventeen. There were thirteen other scouts of varying ages between eleven and sixteen. They were all boys and she had no record of any female ever having been a member of the troop from the time that girls were allowed to join the Boy Scouts.Rebecca called Sonny. "So here's to you, Mrs. Robinson..." I hummed automatically.My old High School teacher, the woman of my boyhood fantasies, was standing not twenty-feet away from me. Her dark hair was pulled into a neat bun, delicate and impossibly stylish lab glasses perched on her dainty nose, and a short skirt underneath the white lab coat. I was in total shock.She didn't see me, but instead was concentrating on some complicated experiment that focused on a series of beakers filled with a strange translucent. It was all I could do to keep up appearances.Once inside, I offered her a drink. She declined. I asked what this was about."We received an anonymous tip regarding sexual misconduct between adults and children," she said. "Your name came up in the investigation." My name? I don't understand." My entire life was flashing before me."I think you do, Mrs Jordan. And I think you have information that would be helpful to our investigation. We also believe you've done things you're going to have to.