What kind of mother was I being?And how was I treating my boyfriend? We spent a lot of time together when we could, but he was clearly back-burnered t... my job. And for what? A few bucks? My pride?For the first time in my life, I gave up on my plan.I had been impulsive before, but never like this. I guess it's one of my character flaws, but I was never unprepared. Spontaneity was for little things, like where to go for dinner. Even with all the curveballs life had thrown at me over the last. ..please come inside..."I estimated him to be slightly older than my 57 years (at that time!), maybe early 60s, quite tall, maybe 6' 2", grey hair, long grey beard, ....and pleasant smile.He waved his hand in a welcoming gesture, offering us access to a small, dark, doorway. We entered. (Which was strange really, as on our ventures abroad I am usually very careful to avoid situations which are out of our/my control).It was small inside, but once my eyes had adjusted to the light, I could see. ”The husbands didn’t take that news well. They were getting restless. I forged ahead.“Guys, please listen. Don’t be fools and blame your wives. They are victims. The jerk responsible has threatened them all. He took videos and said he would release them to the internet and to their families, friends, churches, and everyone else he thought would keep them in line. Your wives have all held this awful burden within themselves to protect everyone they love, including you. They need your love and. The main discussion was the lack of recruits for the influx of migrants and refugees into the area; that were mainly Muslim didn't mean an influx of volunteers into any of the 'emergency departments'. These were areas that the Muslim said were the domain of the infidel, but the men and women who manned these departments were all getting on and were finding their work load very heavy. The Muslim was quick to demand their service but totally uninterested in joining their ranks. "What do we do.