"Nothing, we were just trying to get Jenny to go to the park with us," lied Seth Roberts.

"I see, well, why don't you run along Peter… and when Daddy gets home, tell him I left a gift for his birthday. Oh, and also, tell him to call me."

Marilyn Goodge left the house quickly, she was in a quandary, should she tell her brother-in-law what she had seen at the house, or not… she really didn't know what to do… it was so embarrassing.

"Marilyn, are you serious," Ronnie Goodge exploded on the other end of the telephone later that evening, "you saw what?"

"I saw your son Peter sucking Jenny Phillips' breasts, I'm telling you… don't you believe me, Ronnie?"

"I'm sorry Marilyn, to sound so disbelieving, it's just difficult to imagine young Peter doing such a thing, he's just a kid."

"That's what I thought Ronnie, but both he and his friend Seth were playing with the Phillips' girl, I thought you should know."

"Thanks Marilyn, I'll have a talk with Peter and oh, by the way, thanks for the birthday present, you're really sweet."

"Goodnight then Ronnie, be gentle with Peter, he really is just a child."

Marilyn Goodge hung up the telephone and moving over to the drinks cabinet she poured herself a stiff drink. She had been more than embarrassed to talk of such a thing with her handsome brother-in-law, especially as she always felt such a sexual undercurrent from him… still, she had to do her duty, it was only right and proper.

The older woman had just taken a bath and was now feeling quite relaxed, the drinks adding to her relaxation. She sank into the chair and picked up a book, pulling her bathrobe tightly around her voluptuous body. She looked like an old fashioned miniature at that moment, her black curly hair piled up on the top of her head like a Gibson girl, her cornflower blue eyes gazing into the distance, totally lost in thought.