I will loosely translate our conversation. He is fluent in English and barely has an accent, but prefers not to use it with his children and wives. ...��Father,” I told him after exchanging affectionate greetings, “I’ve found the mother of my children!” “Oh, which ones?” Dad responded; he always was a joker! “Uh, this girl is very much like my mother, dad.” I knew his phone lines were secure, but mine weren’t. I also knew he’d get the reference to my mother, who is still listed as a missing. Mid morning Louise took a call on the store line. ‘Good morning, Louise Lee speaking.’ ‘Dentist Dan speaking. So that’s your name?’ ‘I introduced myself last evening and you used my name, often.’ ‘Did you and did I?’ Yes of coursed she’d introduced herself and he’d called her Louise several times and… No, he’d not called her Louise and no she’d not introduced herself but had asked for his name. She hadn’t replied so he said, ‘Have you in the involved way women’s minds work figured out whether. He was not surprised when she blew right by him once and then twice and then he joined her. He ran for a time just behind her, watching the bunching and release of those magnificent buttocks. Then for a time they ran in stride. He was proud to match her pace and happy she did not compete. They ignored time, warming until both their bodies shone and the sweat ran in a shine between her gently bouncing breasts. They both knew which was the last lap and sprinted for the ‘finish line,’ her burst. But it was a beautiful Sunday evening so I thought, why not!I’d been walking for some 15 minutes deep into the forest, when I noticed a 4x4 car and a tent attached to it, I didn’t think too much of it, but as circled around it I could hear some deep groans and aggressive and threatening language, I could hear a woman’s voice screaming … “You dirty bastards, your fucking sending me crazy … don’t shove that barrel’s up my cunt! … Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh … you dirty fucking perverts! … Please rotate it.