Toby was a Sudanise Nubian who had come over to this country in the late 80’s seaking political asylum, he had arrived with a large contingent of hi... tribe who were now all living in Sheffield, I had met him at university and we had become pretty good friends. My wife was asking most of the questions and whilst she did she was sat bolt upright sticking out her chest as far as she could and playing with her hair whilst she talked to Toby. After a while and few drinks my wife steered the. The car’s AC was blowing cold and since I was tired, I fell asleep.Then I woke up for sudden giggles and mom was calling Rohit’s name softly. Nothing felt suspicious for me. At some point, I saw Rohit’s left hand resting in mom’s lap and mom’s hand over Rohit’s shorts. But this was not a big issue for me.Then we reached mamu’s house close to midnight. We went to our rooms, freshened up and went to bed. Rohit was playing with his phone for a while. Then he left the room saying mom needed help in. ”“Good Man, hang tight, I’ll be right back.”Five minutes later, the rider returned. With him were two other riders and their string of horses. As they were led back to the corrals, Clive looked them over with a critical eye. And I was impressed. Very impressed. They all seemed of an even temper and good health. Without looking any closer, which he would do the first time he could do so discreetly, they were some of the best horses he had seen in a long time. They even looked better than most of. He stormed over to the driver of the car stopped dead in front ofhim. Inside were a couple of teenagers with long hair rocking out tosome obnoxious heavy metal. The passenger saw Harris approach andturned the music down."This piece of shit work?" The kid nodded his head. "You see myfucking lights?" He nodded again. "So, you are sitting with your thumbup your ass to piss me off?" This time he shook his head no. "If bythe time I get back in my car, you haven't pulled over, I'm going tohave.