In the exact center of the lid was a carved bas-relief of awoman in a kneeling position facing forward. The woman's hands wereresting on her thighs, ...alms upwards as though she were cradling aninvisible object. While the relief showed a little more wear than therest of the box, it was obvious, even at a glance, that the young womanwas well endowed and quite naked. Around the edges of the lid was anornate and intricate rope like inlay made of ivory and silver filigree.It took him a full five. He was always paid by the canal company and, I imagine, it was lucrative work.I traced his family. The sole surviving member was a woman who lived in Oxford so I decided to pay her a visit. Mrs Emily Tufnell was a childless widow living in a rather grand house on the banks of the Thames. She was happy to meet me. I asked her if she knew anything of her thrice-great grandfather. “For a practitioner in a small country village, he became unusually wealthy. It may have been inheritance but I. Then she closed the doorbehind us.I guess it was her office. The large brown wooden desk was off to theright, and against the other wall was a long, large sofa or couch. Therewas a door to another room just to the right of the couch."Get undressed!" she ordered.Neither Charley or I moved."Both of you, take your shirt and your pants off!" she ordered. She suresounded like she was real mad then.I didn't believe what I'd heard. Was she serious?"You heard me," she said, really angry this time.Maybe. ..how could all this happen at once, I wondered! "T" again moved down on her forearms, moaning with pleasure as she let out a few syncopated words in Swedish as she was apt to do engaging in sex. "OMG it feels so good," she exclaimed, "go faster, it's OK!" I obliged, further enjoying my good fortune. My mind wandered back to my youth, sitting in church between her and my Mom..."T" would rub my arm or pat my knee, winking at me as she did...I was drawn to her even then so innocently...and now 10.