1963 was a year I still remember. I turned ten in August. The Dallas Cowboys went on to a great season and I even saw one of the home games in November. And after Labor Day, my parents found a new babysitter named Monica. With a very busy social schedule, they were often out two or even three weeks a night at dinner parties, the theater, or the symphony. Mother had used a variety of baby sitters but most of them made little impression until Monica Dobson.

She was sixteen when Mother hired her and the daughter of our local minister. And for the past year, she had worked as the assistant teacher at my Sunday School, supervising twenty atendees. She was also very pretty. Though a mere 5 ft 2, she was extremely curvy which made her look very grown up in my eyes. The fact that she was in charge of me every Sunday for an hour only added to her appeal. So did her regular habit of keeping order threatening unruly ones with a spanking. Unfortunately she was not allowed to make good on her threats. All discipline was administered by the Sunday School director, Mrs Clara Wiseman.