"Oh... Jamie? You know my cousin?" I asked, feigning surprise. "Jamie's your cousin?" she replied. "Huh... I guess we'll be seeing more of each othe... whether we like it or not... but I would like it. I'm having another pool party this friday. You should come." "Yeah... yeah sure. I'll be there," I agreed. Then Cindy smiled... and it was wonderful. "Okay," she said, excitement pushing through her voice. I'll see you later Zach." Cindy turned and walked down the hallway. I watched her. "I thought melodrama was your stock-in-trade – or at least Miss Knight's. We need to have an urgent and discreet discussion. I thought it unwise for you, Poloi and myself to be seen meeting together other than by apparent chance."It was a cold, windswept morning of which the British south coast produces many. I had taken the precaution of dressing for the British sea side in a thick tweed suit and my heavy Baskerville. The weather vindicated my choices. White crests were whipped from the tops. I fired up the computer, smiling contentedly. This was going to be good.Ellen returned with my things a few minutes before Roland showed hisface which gave me time to run through his file. The details inside werefamiliar to me, though I'd never known them as Lionel. It was as ifseeing things in the file jogged my memory and as I skim read it Irecalled a remarkably clear picture of this man's career at WiltonDanborough from an HR perspective. I didn't yet remember actual scenesfrom a fictional. .no...what had we been thinking that night when we were tormenting Jessie? I was just one more hurtful male in the long string of hurtful males to infest Jessie Ferns life. Doug and I hadn't been the cure; we had been part of the problem. Suddenly I felt sick to my stomach. I had stood by and cheered while my friend had raped an innocent girl - all in the name of God. It was so clear to me now how wrong I had been, why wasn't it clear last night?I stood and walked over to the magazine rack,.