You just waited in Amanda's room, just sitting there near the bedpost. If you ventured outside you knew that one of your daughters would find you, and you did not want that happening.

About 20 minutes later, the doorbell rang. Didn't you tell the kids not to open the door when he wasn't around? Oh well. The babysitter arrived, greeting all the girls. Where's your father? she asked the five of them. Tiffany said they didn't know. Well, I'll look around, the babysitter responded. You also heard somewhere in there that the babysitter's name was Janice.

You heard Janice come up the stairway. Then she arrived in Amanda's room.

(This picture shows what she looks like and your scale: http://www.flickr.com/photos/28860468@N0...)

Janice was an attractive, 25-year old black woman. She looked pretty, but just restrained enough to be a babysitter. She wore a modest t-shirt and sweater with a skirt and some knee high leather boots. "Adam?" she called out. "I heard you're in here. Why don't we say hi?"

Should you reveal yourself to her?