Investment it was said. The Flintkotes are ‘caretakers’.Surprise was said to be a recent war widow ... Vietnam. In this, the year of our Lord, 197..., nobody asked. Tyche was too young for school and the widow was making ends meet ... or so she said.“Cash,” she said. “Strictly cash.” And so it was. Having an income made her a target for the layabouts. Having a child ... not so much. And the child was mouthy. Couple of weeks and the layabouts stopped pestering the widow.“She’s attractive,” they. My plan to walk over to the old paki mans house didn't last long as I walked out the door, there across the road was the old Paki man stood at the doorway to Mr Patel's house, they were talking in their native language and stopped when I walked out of the house.Now Mr Patel was a friend of my mothers, so I was a little worried at this point and didn't know what to do. I looked over at them and Mr Patel waved his arm to call me over to his house. I looked down at the floor as I walked over to. ’ He stated.‘Ok. Let me see. I will ask the Doctor today for you. OK?’ I promised.‘Oh thanks love. It might be best from now on. People are laughing at me!’ he cried.‘Just one thing love. I will still need Negros attending to me.’ I insisted.Mick looked at the floor and sighed. ‘Oh really love, really?’ ‘Yes love. You can’t make me explode with orgasms and you don’t shoot cum enough for me. But you know that! ‘I bullied him.Mick left for the night and the Doctor came over to check me out. ‘Now. Why the old man had designated the four of us to bed down with him and me on the outside of the lady and the boy is open to speculation. Perhaps he thought that having us on the outsides was the chivalrous thing to do as if we were giving some sort of protection to those between us. I doubt that he had ever heard of the old custom of bundling that was practiced in some cultures. Within a very few minutes everyone was asleep. The night grew colder hour by hour and I must have wiggled around to.