Vivian was our baby-sitter. Quite a nice young woman. She was eighteen or nineteen, a blue eyed blonde of Scandinavian background. Don't let this mislead you into thinking she was Brunhilde or something similar. Instead of being a tall, buxom, girl she was petite, five foot six at most, with a nice little b-cup. She was a little scatter-brained at times but good with the children.

This particular evening my wife and I were going out to dinner and a show. No particular reason. We just decided to go out. OK, I'll admit that Barbara decided that we were going to go out for dinner and a show. I wasn't...