"Hello. Ruth Kempe here. Can I help you?" Mrs. Kempe? My name is Esther. I am the mother of Jenny, one of the Malans. I understand you are a qualified...psychologist?" I am." My Jenny is exhibiting what to me is normal human behaviour in a young girl. Is this because she has spent all her life with me, or is it because Malans are very similar to humans in their family behaviour? I am concerned that I might be a bad influence on her as she starts to learn about being a Malan." Why Esther, that is. What was I going to do? Eventually I fell into a fitful sleep.The next morning I looked through the phone book for a Private Investigator. I rang one who could see me that morning. I told him my tale of woe and my suspicions. He asked me a few questions and asked for a thousand dollar retainer. He would follow her for a week and we would meet at the same time in seven days.Have you got any idea how difficult it is to pretend to live normally when you suspect your wife of infidelity? Let me tell. "What the hell am I getting myself into?" Carlton asked as he closed the door behind him, letting the screen door slam as he walked down the sidewalk to his car."Oh God," Carlton breathed when Gail opened her front door. "You're beautiful," he added as he stepped inside. "Can I kiss you?" he pleaded as she stepped back into her living room and shook her head."You're going to make me wait, aren't you?"Gail held up her forefinger and stepped toward him for the one kiss she would allow. Carlton. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, we admit that some of these girls sound very believable, but it's all false memory planted by Ms Stone during the initial interview. After all she is not a social worker or a physiologist, she is TV star out to make a TV show." He will say it like it is a criminal offense to make a reality TV show."So the jury could make that monumental leap to believe that it is all a giant frame for TV ratings. It could happen that the jury lets him walk." That is absolutely.