"What do you weigh?"She wrinkled up her nose and said, "'Bout 130." Bit plump, eh? How tall?" Five-ten?" Inseam?" Thirty-five." Who deflowered you?"Sh... blinked and licked her lips. "Ted, my brother, right after my birthday. Nasty and under-sized too. Lasted two minutes maybe. Squirted all over the place."I waited, pen poised."All three," she said and a tear slid down her cheek. "All three holes, the bastard. It really hurt even though he was only maybe five inches." Bra size?"She sniffed.. “Your spelling bee, your social studies fair, your cheer competitions,” Michael told her as he pulled out his wallet and passed two pictures across. The first was Hailey’s senior portrait and she wore a prom gown in the other.“I bought a yearbook from your prep school so I could cut that picture out,” Michael said ruefully. “I got the prom picture from the parents of the boy you went with. I’ve done my best to keep up with you, Hailey. I knew all about your internship at Barton last summer. I. It was during a local train journey that a middle aged man had jokingly remarked about the book and the author, fueling my curiosity to read it. It took me more than a month to finally lay my hands on this book written in plain colloquial language depicting erotic fantasies about everybody under the sun. It took another week for me to read the book in one go and since then life never looked the same to me.Initially, I was a bit amazed reading about the author’s fantasies about his sister and. We eventually docked two days later in Palma where we had to give our statements once again, this time to the Spanish police. They thankfully decided that the conclusions drawn by the ship's captain were correct and the incident had just been a tragic accident that happened occasionally on cruise ships when someone had partaken of far too much alcohol. All-in-all I couldn't have planned things better if I'd tried.So that's it really. The end of my story about how I committed the perfect crime.