Hubby and I flew over and were met by an older woman around 55 or 60, in tracksuit bottoms long jumper big tits her hair tied back dyed blonde with gr...y coming thru, rose tinted big sunglasses her name was Bridget, and she took us to a tatty old Volvo and drove us to an area a bit like Norfolk, flat with loads of farms. We pulled up after a while at a five bar gate and after Steve pushed it open we saw her home was a static caravan with loads of out-buildings, we could hear barking. She. He showed the article to Helena and Suzanne.Suzanne replied “Looks like they need a white knight to fix.”Helena looked at Suzanne and smiled.Suzanne yelled “NO Helena, your on your honeymoon. NO.”Zac and Fred looked at Suzanne.Suzanne enlightened them “Helena is going to look to buy them out for William and our airport business. Fred it’s your fault for showing the article. Zac ever wondered how a brilliant forward thinking mind works, you are about to witness.”Helena pick up her mobile phone. S. Just anywhere over the pond, really. I'd only been abroad when I was too young to remember it. So when the opportunity to move to Atlanta, Georgia, for the remainder of my studies, I bloody well took it. The campus wanted students with qualifications as good as mine, so they invited me, and even offered to pay for the plane ticket. Honestly, when I received that letter, I was flabbergasted. I called up to agree to move over there from dreary, bleak England, relieved I didn't have many people. ’ She asked me who and I answered Wendy. Her face went blank and then asked, ‘Are you Sean? Is your Mother Marti?’ I nodded yes, and she immediately screamed, grabbed my hand and pulled me into the kitchen and told the chef, ‘Marti is with Wendy now, this is her son!’ He came to me and hugged me and said, ‘We are so happy you didn’t disappoint her.’ Then to the manager he said, ‘Call your Mom.’ His name was Julian and I got confirmation from him that Wendy had sunk into a foul mood recently. .