CHAPTER EIGHT
"Well now, this is what I call an interesting sight," Bobbi said, coming into the room. "And I have quite a few color pictures."
"BOBBI!" Henry Rogar exclaimed. "OH GOD!"
Carolyn was already sliding under the covers, hiding herself. Had her cheeks been able to redden, they would have done so.
"I suppose you're going to tell me you can explain everything," Bobbi said.
Henry merely reddened, feeling guilty as hell.
"I don't want explanations," Bobbi told him.
"What do you mean?" he asked. "What are you going to do?"
"Frankly, I think what's good for the gander is good for the goose," she replied. "And since you like playing around with little girls, I think it only fair I play with a little boy."
"Bobbi," her husband snapped, "you stop talking this way."
"Henry, I see
