On soloholiday in the Algarve going to a gurl friendly club with a local who knewthe place. Right I'll go in for one drink so my night wasn't totallyw...sted.Inside the club was fairly busy with a long bar ahead and booths liningthe walls. I walked carefully over to the bar...didn't want to trip up inmy stilettos. A friendly barmaid took my order and complimented me on mydress...a neon yellow mini with low back. I began to relax and startedsipping my drink and trying to discretely look round.. Julio sat between his kids on the couch facing the tv. The quiet volume and their intimate nearness spoke of bonding rather than distraction. Julio immediately got up and embraced Bonnie. Joy rose as well, looking ambivalent.“I’ll look after them,” I told her.She nodded and smiled and took Bonnie’s hand. “Follow me,” she said. The threesome left.Sonya stood in the doorway. “I’ll help,” she said. She headed to the two youngest. I sat with the older children. My understanding of Spanish was rough. My friends didn't come to my house much, but every once in awhile they would come over to do homework and/or bullshit. Mom would usuallyserve cokes and chips, but mostly ignore them. As I mentioned in an earlier story, my Mom usually wore a halter top and shorts when it was hot and in the desert it was hot thru mid-October at least. Shealso liked to lay out in the sun in the back yard, sometimes removingher top when she thought she was alone (or with my Dad). I know because sometimes I would. I have booked a table at Fisherman’s Wharf.’ ‘Cripes that’s an hour away. Nobody goes that far to dinner.’ ‘Oh yes they do Matt. When daddy was based in London he flew with mummy in a chartered aircraft to Paris with a group of people for dinner, and that returned home late that night and that was many years ago.’ ‘I can’t imagine people doing things like that, what a shocking waste of money.’ ‘There’s a lot of things that people do that you don’t know about. I’ve been thinking that we should.