Friday morning, the police showed up at work to discuss the fire at Frank Toliver's house. They talked to me in my office and they also talked to Joyc...e. Joyce told them that I had been there all day on Wednesday. She didn't mention the short time that I went upstairs. No one else was able to contradict what we had said. It was odd, because Joyce and I had not conspired ahead of time, yet we both said the same thing. The police did indicate that the fire at Frank's house was definitely arson,. Consequently, things around the house never got done. A window would crack and eventually start to break, a tap would start to leak, or the garden would need tending. None of this got any attention as my mother struggled to bring me up and look after dad on her own. Soon the house was in a state of disrepair while dad continued on with his shouting.I didn’t have a happy c***dhood as you can imagine. The only enjoyable times I remember were losing myself in the extensive, overgrown gardens…. Then from behind Steve came and asked about the string on petticoat. I said its petticoat string. In the mean while purposely he pulled it out so hard that one minute the petticoat was down. I was in my white panty. They all were laughing. I felt shy. I tried to cover my big thighs with hands. But there were laughing on my panty. It was old fashion Indian type panty. Uncle Ravi told me to not worry and took the snap. In the mean while Steve from behind was tacking something on my bare back. It. Her face flushed and her breath caught in her throat as she realized what it was she was holding. Blindfolds, handcuffs, and various battery powered devices filled the box.Instinct moved her hands to slam the lid back onto the box, but sheer curiosity held her back. Each item was pulled from the box gingerly by her shaking hands, and examined thoroughly as though trying to piece together the clues from some erotic crime.The blindfold was first. Satin and smooth, Melanie slipped it over her eyes.