....We'd been together for about 2 1/2 months and Christmas 1985 was approaching. Although Nikki was 23 years old, she still lived with her Mum & Dad ...n a very large 6-bedroomed house which stood in about 3 acres of ground. Her Dad had got lucky buying into a retail franchise in the 1960's (when both us were k**s) and it paid off BIG TIME - he was absolutely 'minted' as we say in England. Nikki's Mum, Carol, was a very attractive lady. She was in her mid 40's, was into aerobics (big in those. She even took our flirting a little further by "accidentally" brushing against me.Malcolm had bought Collette a course of golf lessons for her 18th birthday and it became the new routine that she and Malcolm would go off to the club at about 09:30 on Sunday. Collette would have her lesson and then join her dad on the course for 9 holes. We would go and join them for lunch at 13:00 ish. This was a bit of a pain in the arse as Collette would be up and out of bed by 08:00hrs and I would be left. I tried to remember everyone I saw, then stopped when I realised they were probably all dead. 'What the fuck happened?'My body tensed and I gripped Jessie's arm hard as she started moving downhill. 'Wait. They could still be here.'With a quick look of scorn, she pointed to the other side of the village, where the trail of destruction went on to the east, down the slope by the river towards the valley. With a nod I followed.We went down the hill at a run, eyes flicking over the horrific scene.. ” That was a relief. No suspicion, no mention of my talking to Sumathi. Of course, over the years I have never given Jo any reason to be suspicious. Over the next two weeks we had only short encounters with Ravi and Sumathi when we would see them outside working in the yard. It wasn’t until the following weekend that I ran into Sumathi at the supermarket. After greeting each other Sumathi asked, “Have you got time to have a cup of coffee with me? I want to talk to you about something.” I.