Don wasn’t expecting to hear what Conniesaid next.“I could hear you when you when you came last night. Isthat the first time you ever saw ... black man fucking awhite woman?”Don almost choked on his tea as Connie stood smiling athim waiting for his reply. Don couldn’t bring himselfto verbally answer Connie’s question but finally gotone word out.“Yes.”Connie laughed lightly as she took a sip of her tea andreplied.“I thought so. Frank and I have been. . Whether they're a beggar or religious fanatic, or whatever else, they want something you've got.So, naturally, by my instinct, I adjusted my stride to walk around him and looked at the numbers on the nearby building. Suddenly, right in my face is a silver shiny piece of metal. I don't get a good look at it, the suddenness of seeing it a bit bewildering, but I look at the guy as he puts it away. The case it was in looks an awful lot like what a cop might use to hold his badge."Wha?" I say,. ” Mr Towers was the last out of the tent. He carried blankets and knelt to wrap up Jen. “Like a long armed monkey. In the trees. Our son, stopped it from grabbing that woman.”He clasped Adam’s shoulder and shook him.“My son--Why would it want her?” Adam’s mother looked around.“We need to get them home. Get them to a hospital.” Dr Ramamurthy said. “They’ve been out all night, soaked with cold water. Underfed. We can sort this out in the morning.”“But we can’t.” Krysten said. “The big church. Now he was top of the pile he could hardly ask any of the female staff at work for a date!“It’s tough at the top!” he said out loud and laughed. “Time for bed, you poor lonely bugger!”Next morning after cooking bacon and egg, the poor lonely bugger chose two bottles of his best wine: one white, one red, and added a bottle of Lochinvar Malt. So armed he set off for Tom and Ann’s house.There were the usual comments of ‘You shouldn’t have!’ in response to his gifts, to which he made his own.