I knew Charles was fucking my mother, but I did not know what fucking meant. None of my friends in 3rd grade did either. I had to know what they wer...e doing. I quietly stepped up the stairs, one step at a time, holding my breath and listening. I realized there were more than two people in the room. I heard Kim, our downstairs neighbor and occasional babysitter, Charles, my mother, and C! On the top step, I peered down the hall and had a clear view of the bed in the mirror over the dresser.. ”She laughed and replied, “Mel! Are you having those dreams again?”I left them to their banter and hurried to my office. I had a couple of calls to return and then I sat at my desk, covered my face with my hands and thought about what I just did. I just related the most private and personal events of my life to Grace. I have to see her, talk to her, work with her, five days a week. We didn’t have time to talk after I told her what happened. Now I can’t help wondering what she must think of. She agreed to change his bandages twice a day so that he could come home, if he didn’t drink. On his first morning back home, mom asked me to go with her to change the bandages. She explained that he had a large wound near his groin and I needed to get his pajama bottoms at least down to his knees and then cover his private areas with a towel. She said “when you tell me, I’ll come in and change his bandages and then you can get him dressed again and go home. When we got there, mom said “Hi Bob,. I'm not sure why. I would not have allowed my husband to undress me in the living room, even if it had just been the two of us!Keary's hand returned to my breast while I sat, more humiliated than I had ever been in my life, and watched the television. I was trying desperately to think of some way out of this horrible situation. I don't know if it was an after effect from the drugs they had given me or just the shock of what I was seeing, but my mind didn't seem to be functioning.On screen I.