I would never have expected trouble to strike then. Not in the sleepy Sunday twilight and not while I was slumped on my blue-striped sofa, unwinding after a busy day. A summer breeze drifted through the open window of my living room and its sudden coolness made me shiver. My warm fingers brushed across the skin just above the low neckline of my red cotton top, only to feel a small lump resisting their path. I paused, and then felt for the lump again. This time there was nothing there, just smooth skin over smooth flesh.