The van reversed in and Des closed up, unlocking a dusty old cabinet, fetching a square medium size Tupperware box out of it and placing that on a bal... of straw. Alf parked and got out, glancing around - nothing had been disturbed since their last visit two months back.“If he came up now, dad’d never see any changes since he packed in farming,” Alf chuckled.“That’s ‘cos it ain’t been changed has it?” snickered Des, helping Arif climb out carefully guiding little Trish.“Right guys put these on,”. Tyche said, “My favorite episode of “Friends.” I have it on DVD.”“It’s that lump ... oh wait ... you don’t know ... do you?”“On the 65?” she said.“You ... little Flintkote ... have too good a memory ... you were not even two when the 65 went into rebuild.”“I’ve mentioned it before ... you did it ... I did it. The Sum of Generational Experience.”So ... we trio ... the Flintkote Triplets ... possess a 4 year old insanity ... Tyche Selene Flintkote ... daughter to Zoe and JW. She is sure she knows. “That quick time frame will incite the flames of scandal in the royal court, but my male population will rejoice over their victor’s new conquest. These warriors will long remember the day you rallied them and led them to victory,” Wyrd explained. “Of course, the local women will find it rather romantic that such a powerful man has captured my heart and swept me off my feet.” Wyrd spread her arms wide and hugged me. “I accept your terms.”“What will the Minetos think?” I wondered, reflecting on. "Yes. I really deserve a good hiding," I begged.The mood was now changing, and all became very quiet, but for the sound of the now very vigorous beating I was receiving. Her hand became sore, so she reached down for a sandal she had been wearing, and flogged me with it."We must be on our way," announced a couple who were neighbours of Anne from across the road. They politely left."I agree he deserves his punishment." Anne was clearly enjoying the way things were progressing. She took the sandal.