Mercedes, who has always been close to my heart, even though she was just eleven when I first met her, once confessed to me that she used to watch her best friend's son with her. "What a naughty little boy," she told me, and I laughed. "You mean he's not your boy anymore," I retorted. "He is now my boy," she cried, and then let me know that she would never forgive me if I did something to hurt her sweet angel. "You're such a good girl," I told her, and we both knew it. The next morning I visited the doctor and presented him with the results of his examination of the vaginal smut that had apparently gone from under my wife's pillow to my own in shorts..