I see her again at a family gathering and she slides up to me in the corner.
Her attitude is quite different now, bolder I think.
“Hey uncle mark…it was nice to catch you the other day. Catch up with you I mean.
I hope i didn’t interupt and ruin your fun?”
“I was just working”.
“Yeah right. I saw you “working”. She’s here you know. Becky. She’s here today.
Are you going to stare at her in person like you did her pictures?”
“…”
“Yeah. I saw everything dirty old perv.”
Ok, her tone was not bolder it was mad.
“We can’t talk about this here”, i plead.
“Why not? Don’t you think she should know her pervy uncle was … doing that to her pictures?!”
“Please, not here. Let’s go to the TV room and I can explain”
She tromps off to the game room in the basement and I follow without chasing.
“Look dear, I was just working on my computer and was tired. I had to see if my laptop would show pictures and videos and junk so I just switched over to those and, things got out of control, that’s all. Nothing serious happened.”