As she got in I saw that she was wrapped in a sodden cloak hooding her head.“There’s a car blanket on the back seat if you want something dry arou...d you.”“Thank you, Raymond,” she said. She didn’t take the blanket.“You know me?” I was really surprised. I still had twenty miles to go to my house.“Yes, Raymond. I know a lot about you. Thank you for inviting me into your car. That makes it easier.”“Easier? Why?”I was puzzled. Her words seemed to have more meaning than the superficial.“Yes. I could. He knew it and worse, he knew that I knew it. Still, he had to save face. What a jerk! He’d never learn that you can’t save your ass and your face at the same time.He sniffed, “Well, since you bullied your way in here against my wishes and put that damned Fogarty balloon in there, why don’t YOU finish the job!”I’d seen him pull this shit before; I wasn’t buying. “Don’t think so, James.” I looked at Stan’s monitors; still stable. “Your case. I just answered the STAT call. But I’ll take the. Sadly photos included in original file were not allowed here, please see my Mother photo file. Not sure where to start this, but here it is, the date being in the mid 60’s. I was in my late teens, nearing 20, living at home and working as a trainee in a London Architects office. Dad was 50+ and nearing early retirement from the Police, having experienced London, in all its’ forms, as a long term “Copper”. Mum was now in her late 30’s, working in exhibitions as a “Meet/Greet” lady on the stands.. Becky and I compared notes: Our memories ranged from Becky seeing him in swim trunks in her hot-tub, to my seeing his ass one time when he accidentally left the bedroom door open. By any reasonable conclusion we could draw, he had some very NICE equipment! Neither of us had seen it in 'action mode' but I'd noticed quite a sizable pair of balls hanging into view whilst gazing at his ass! Becky recalls one time finding my mom's gift to him in the laundry-basket: a sheer black male.