... I was lucky enough to live only 25 miles from the gay capitol of Britain and working near by as well gave me lots of opportunities to check out th... scene and to see what's happening in the bars, clubs, beaches, toilets, and alleyways without being on the scene myself, I sometimes drove my car there on week nights and take a nice walk along the coastal paths and sit myself on the beach near the two piers, I would just sit there and watch all the gay activity going on under the pier, I worked. The man next to me laughs and throws the glowing cigarette out of the window. “I have a different concept in mind for you, though,” he muses. “Don’t worry, you won’t miss on the flogger. But it will look way better in your ass.”Oh god. I slump forward, only the seatbelt is keeping me from falling. “A nice completion of the book. I’ll have you write that piece last.” I can’t speak. I'm just trying to get my breathing back to normal.When I lift my head, the car has stopped in the garage. And Damn smart! Plus she is sexy, and has such a fine, wonderfully shaped a- OUCH!’ Julia slugged me. ‘Hey, I was going to say attitude.’ ‘Yeah, right. I hope she hit you hard,’ my Mother laughed. ‘Yes she did! I’m going to get a bruise from that.’ She continued, ‘So besides telling me about her fine attitude, what else do you need to say, or ask?’ ‘Well, her parents would like me to come up there for Thanksgiving, but for before you say anything I’ll only go if I get her to spend Christmas. As a matter of interest I never knew my Dad he hadleft Mum 6 months after I was born deciding family life was not forhim, asshole - but he always provided for mum, but couldn't be botheredto show up at her funeral. I rang the doorbell and waited for someoneto answer, finally Amy opened the door tears streaming down her cheeks.Alarmed I stammered, "Amy, whatever's wrong sweetheart" sobbing shefell into my arms and managed to stammer "It's Nicky, she's had a breakdown and tried to commit suicide".