And who are you, we are her Vets as the first dog had a tube inserted down its throat”.My phone started to ring, and picking up saw the wife looking...at me as if the world was about to stop turning. “How are Madge's dogs,” she said, “the vets here now, and working on them”, “How's my baby boy”, she said tearing up, “Same as the others. I have no idea how his happened”, “Oh we do, we have had time to look through security footage, and Steph fed the dogs last night from her handbag" “What not from. "Is that it?" No ... Liposuction ... Facial reconstruction..." Had you been in an accident?" Only at birth."Greg was really confused by this. "How so?" he asked slowly, still trying to figure it out.Sarah took a deep breath, and blurted out "I have been a woman all of my life, but not every one agrees with that." She turned and looked at him, preparing for a violent reaction. She had been there before, only a few times, but enough to be very guarded.Greg sat there processing what she just said.. I hadn’t seen either of them for over a year since the celebration of their civil ceremony in Canterbury and although I had to work right through until five on the Saturday, the three-hour drive down the M40 and M25 was a breeze. There was some minor congestion en route but at eight-fifteen I pulled into the delightful private grounds of Old Vicarage Court. Tricia and Ellen’s elegant home was in a converted eighteenth century vicarage and the extensive walled grounds had been tastefully. ” Fred thought, "My God, I thought six months. It hasn’t even been six weeks." He said, “Why don't you call me Dad, or Fred, Lance. So tell me, what’s this problem? Talk to me son.” Lance shifted on the desk and picked at a fingernail with his other hand. “I don’t know exactly how to say this, but, well, Cynthia won’t 'conmusate' us.” Fred wrinkled his brow, and then said, “Oh, do you mean consummate?” Lance nodded, “Yeah, she won’t consummate me.” “You mean she won’t consummate the marriage?”.