“If you can get there by lunchtime it would be good,” they’d joked, knowing my truck won’t do 200 miles an hour. I told them to expect me abou... 9pm.“Now off to Syd. Be driving till 9. You awake?” I texted, still conscious we hadn’t resolved her ‘need to talk’.I didn’t get a reply until 2.30pm. “Awake now, cucky boy. Can we talk?”Knowing the possibility of an awkward conversation, I pulled into the next truck lay-by and rang her.….“Hi, honeybuns. I’m just taking a ten minute breather. How’s. Gyda looked on expressionless, tears running down her face as the smelly homeless man groped her. He put his finger and thumb on both her nipples and pinched firmly and suddenly, making Gyda flinch."Ouch! That really hurt, stop it please!" Gyda moaned in a little girl voice, man one laughed at her cute little voice."Oh I am sorry girl, here, let me make them feel all better," with that man one moved his face down to her little right tit and smothered it with his mouth, licking madly all over. We hugged and kissed before I left, and I promised to come back to see what practical help we could give her.”“We?”“Reg, I know you, and you know me by now; so of course, WE. It is ‘we’ as a family. If cash is involved, it shouldn’t be much, and both you and I have some resources to be able to assist someone in need.”Reg gave in at that point. “You are right, my darling. It is our Christian duty to help others, even if they are Muslim. It should make no difference. What do you think she. ."Coral smiled and her green eyes lit up."But if you sold the farm, I could pay off my apartment, you could get a new place to live and we could get Anna out of that place."In that moment as Sara looked at her, she reminded her of her mother with her blue eyes and the soft blonde hair that framed her face. It was also the I-don't think-so tone of her voice that did it."Anna lives there because she has her own lifestyle. And her own choices - and the last time I spoke to her, she was quite.