How lucky is that?”

“Oh?” Tarquin, was not normally suspicious, but considering the odds of stumbling into a place with a ready-made toddler girl’s layette all sized for him?

That and the fact she was Tarnia’s Aunt seemed very suspect to Tarquin.

“I know it seems strange, Rachel only dresses like a baby when she is here with me.

I never had kids so I suppose I love it as much as she does.”

Margaret picked up a brush and began to brush Tarquin’s hair as he looked around the sissified bedroom, it was so girly and babyish!

Did Tarnia ever look after Rachel?”

Tarquin was gazing at the red plaid flannelette nighty and white woolly tights on the chair next to the changing table, he had to wear that?

“Yes, quite often, Tarnia loves to baby Rachel.

I have a photo album I will show you after I get you dressed.”

“Oh, okay.” Tarquin was still in shock, she had pictures?