.. If I hadn't promised Linda that I'd do the wedding, I'dstop right now." Honey," my mother said, "what did your Aunt Dorothy tell you? She toldyou...that this was part of you. Do you think you're going to be able tostop?" Peter," Sara said. "Honey. Really think about this. It may do moredamage to you trying to stop. Think really hard about this before youtry to stop."As my mother was walking out of my room, she said, "Your father is takingRichard, early tomorrow, to catch his flight. . "I opened my eyes after what seemed like just a few minutes. I could hear the sounds of commotion coming from down stairs. I sat up and swung my legs over the side of the bed facing the door. The sounds coming from downstairs had now turned to footsteps on the staircase."Oh boy, here we go" I thought with dread.The footsteps came closer until finally what seemed like a violent knock on the door flew it open. With a spurt of nervous laughter, in walked a short-ish, fireplug bodied, blond, curly. ”The voice faded away and general background noises took centre stage then went silent.“An audio clue. Okay, here we go. Let’s get the Sherlock Holmes hat on and analyse what we heard. What can we deduce?“Well, I heard the hum of voices in the background and the chink of glasses. Towards the end there was a sort of sizzling sound and a splash. Put those together and I think I’d have to go with a barbeque ... a barbeque somewhere with a pool. Probably in someone’s garden. Not many public pools. I returned again to the room, standing next to the bed. My hands took hold of Yamis wrists, holding them tight with one hand while my other hand, then grabbing hold of her hair, I flipped Yami onto her stomach, Yami now knew her ordeal was far from over. Moving onto the bed behind her, I grabbed her hips and pulled her up onto her knees so her face was buried into the pillow, my strong hands sliding between her legs, Yami resisted for an instant, the instant it took for me to slap her ass.