"It was not opened and it had several sets of fingerprints on it, including Mister Clifford's and Miss Jordan's." Was there anything else about the bo... of condoms that might be significant?" Bern asked."Yes," Sergeant Frank responded. "There was some skin cells on one corner of the box along with some possible blood residue. The box hasn't been tested yet." My client just indicated Miss Jordan threw the box at him and hit him on the head, just above his left eye. That mark you see is the result. Much as I enjoyed it, I knew it was problematic and didn't know quite what to do. So when I was having a private conversation with Joyce on the Friday - planning my impending fiftieth birthday party, I had decided to test the waters. As usual, she beat me to it, sensing something was on my mind. "Spill the beans, George. Something is bugging you." It's Laura," I said. "She is being - how can I put this? - affectionate. Very affectionate."Joyce smiled a little smile. "Ah!" she said. "Yes, I was. ” wondering if there would be a next time. When was that? Three months ago? I walked down the aisle, stopping at her seat. “Is this seat taken?” I innocently asked. She looked up as she answered, “No!” There was no smile on her face, but I could tell, she recognized me, a look of slight discomfort crossing her face. “It’s, it’s available,” she added. Looking at the book in her lap, I asked, smiling, “That’s not the same steamy novel, is it?” She blushed. “Oh, no! But you wouldn’t know that by. Megan came over to me. “Grandpa, I have never learned to swim, Will you teach me?”I jumped up and took her hand and led her to the pool. “Megan, I want to teach you all sorts of things besides how to swim!” I saw Laura and Janet snicker, they understood what I really meant.I took Megan down into the water, she clung on to me. When I was chest deep, I held out my arms and had her lay across them, face down. Her breasts on my left arm and hips over my right. I told her to kick her legs and stroke.