What happened to privacy, as you told me that Staci understood? Was thisnot to be a one-off? Now everyone knew what I may have under my shirtand wante...d access. This is not supposed to happen this way. What to do?Could I be selfish and deny everything? Just go about my business anddeny access to all these people that needed help? Unfortunately, I couldnot. This is not who I am. Damn this experiment. Why do I need to beseveral peoples? health messiah? How could this have transpired?Now money. So I had a whole weekendon my own… I invited Cindy my ‘then’ best-friend over to stay for thenight, and her parents said yes, cause they didn’t know that mineweren’t goona be there. We did all the usual stuff that two healthyteen age girls do, like smoking one of my dads cigars, and we eachhad a hit of sour-mash whisky (Uck!!!!). Then after watching TVfor a couple of hours, I suggested that we go swimming, cause it wasa hot night, and Cindy didn’t have a. I paid the fee, and given the booth number where I could watch the video, I walked into the stale-smelling, but cool darkness, flanked by the individual preview booth doors made of nothing but cheap ply wood painted a glossy black. The booth she had assigned to me was the same one from last time. I wondered if it was just pure coincidence, or was booth number 9 the 'special' one, the one with the glory hole cut into the opposite booth?Either way, I went in and closed the door (such as it was). With luck, it would be his regular hangout and I wouldn't have to go all over Lexington to find him.If I'd spent a few more seconds thinking, I'd have realized there was an easier way. I could find out where he lived and follow him if and when he came out in the evening. It was a long shot I knew, but I was fixated on two things. One was finding out if Paul was the killer. The other I explained to Christie after our conversation with Etchevarry."Why are you so determined to link Paul to this?".