" Yeah," Hayley whispered. "Have- have you spoken to mum, Lucy orDylan at all? In, like, the last six years, I mean?" No," Denise replied, biting her ...ip to try to control her emotions."Your mother made it very clear she never wants to talk to me again,and what'd happen if I tried to call her or your brother." Yeah, she pretty much said the same thing to me," Hayley sighed."Threatened me with violence if I ever even set foot in Nottinghamagain." Ugh, Denise spat. "But- but you're okay in. They both left without noticing me .i was so shocked I knew my wife was no virgin when we met but she told me I was only the second guy she slept with before we got married. I went out to the register where my wife works and looked at her. The thought of her have oral sex with a lot of different guys drove me crazy. I got off work hours before my wife and when I got home I dug out our year book. And looked up the basket ball team. Just as I thought there where only two white guys on it. I knew. “How can you drink that stuff?” I asked.“Hawaiian Punch?”“Yeah.”“I like it,” she said.“It’s way too sweet.”“So am I!” she giggled.“Good one. But I prefer Coke or Dr Pepper.”We chatted for a bit and her friend Cindy joined us. Cindy was about the same height, but had short, straight blond hair, blue eyes, and she was wearing a pale blue sweater and jeans. She was every bit as cute as Erin, and they seemed to have similar figures.“Steve,” Erin said, “our friend Mary Harrison said you could help. “May I ask what may seem to be a rude question?”“Yes, of course. Those are best left to ask me or Robert-san. What’s your question?”“At lunch, the women served the men, and didn’t eat with them. Is that the norm?”“For my grandfather, yes. He holds to very traditional ways, as I’ve told you. In his mind, young women submit to their fathers, married women to their husbands, and elderly, widowed women to their sons. He expects them to be modest, courteous, compliant, and self-reliant.”“If so, how.