"I can't ever, ever do that again," she breathed to herself. "I can't even let myself be alone with Ricky again." She put on her sunglasses and walked to the front door of the Real Estate Office. Her last thought before going inside was the utter embarrassment she would feel if Ricky's sister Jeany ever found out. Jeany was her cousin, too, and they'd always been friends. Lynn shuddered, drew a breath and went in the office. Chad's secretary gave her a not too friendly look.

"Your uncle said for you to go on in his office. He'll be here in a little bit." The dark-haired girl turned back to her typing. She was in her twenties, svelte and pretty. Lynn had the definite impression that her uncle's secretary wanted to handle the responsibility of showing clients around. But Chad had explained to Lynn that there was too much work for Gloria. Gloria gave her another sharp stare as she opened her uncle's door.

"Please don't mess with those papers on his desk, I just took them in there and I don't want them out of order." Lynn nodded and shut the door behind her.

She circled the room, glanced out the windows, tried the three chain placed for clients. Then she sat in the padded swivel chair behind her uncle's desk. Lynn was naturally curious. She'd always loved prying into drawers and cabinets as a girl. And, after all, her uncle wouldn't mind it, she sort of got the feel of things, would he?

She found the usual paper clips, pencils, pens and paper in the middle drawer. But when she opened one on the side her eyes went wide. There was a box there with cellophane around it. A box which contained twenty-four rubbers. It was unopened. But beside it was another identical box. It was only half full. A thrill shivered through Lynn's chest. Who was Uncle Chad using those things on? She knew that Chad's wife was on the pill. And, anyway, why would he keep rubbers in the office when he used them at home. No, her uncle was using them… here!