#346011 - As I desperately tried to think about hurricane warnings and other non-sexual topics to lower my staff to half-mast, Lucy rounded the corner. That little girl, about seven years old, was a favorite of mine because her mother didn't pick her up until about 4 pm, because she loved to climb all over the playground equipment outside my window in a way that repeatedly exposed her budding charms to my high-powered binoculars and my long-lens cameras, and because her family's limited finances didn't allow those ubiquitous over-the-underpants tights that frustrated me so much with some of the other girls. All too soon, the excitement caused by watching the Hispanic girl earlier, the touches of my naked niece, and my own fevered imagination became simply too much.