” I looked across at Aine Thorogood again, asking, “What’s she doing here?” “Come to see her son, Jamie I expect. He’s playing Joseph, poo... little devil. When she went to jail he was only four and her in-laws took him. I’m told they won’t hand him back now. They are claiming she’s an unfit mother and she should have been given life for murdering their dear son. That’s about all I know.” I’d heard about Jamie because my daughter, Samantha, was playing Mary, and she had informed me she “wuved”. A few moments after the door had closed again the woman who had warned us all came out from her hiding spot. She looked around the room with eyes as big as saucers as though she expected the cops to leap out of the shadows. “I’m sorry everyone; that was my ex-husband. Ever since he caught me in here when we were married he has had it in for me and anyone who comes here.” As much as we weren’t hurting anyone, I didn’t think it would be wise to push our luck so I made the suggestion that we head. “Dillon, I can explain please just listen…” I had begun to try to think of some way to talk my way out of this mess when Morgan chimed in.“Uncle Dillon, please come help me,” she said. I was shocked, and let go of my little girl’s waist as Dillon walked towards us. I had begun to think that maybe Morgan didn’t like it and I certainly didn’t want to hurt her, or anyone to think I was hurting her. I wanted her to be fucking me at her own will. Dillon began to rush towards off, ready to pull. I wanted her to vanish too but she refused to do so. I turned to the window for relief but soon noticed that I could see her reflection on it.I took a minute and decided that it was OK to look at her as long as I was not doing so directly. I saw her glance in my direction then glance at the window. It occurred to me that if I could see her reflection she could see mine.I did not see a sign of disapproval, if anything her expression showed curiosity. We continued to glance at each other on the.