00 am only. That night my wife went to her friends marriage in nearby city and I saw a opportunity to stay alone with my brother in law avoided the ma...riage stating some reason.After meals I went to sleep in my bedroom. Around 11.00 pm I felt someone touching my thighs, I slowly opened my eyes to find my brother in law caressing my thighs sitting on my bed. I pretended as though I was in sleep enjoying his touchings. He slowly cupped my balls over my lungi, was happy to get access to my balls. So, so sorry." Sweetheart ... don't be sorry. I'm not sure I understand, but I'm not surprised. You can wake me the same way for as long as it takes to find peace, just as long as you stay in my life"That produced another flood of tears."What am I going to do?" she asked."Do you mean, today, or for the rest of your life?" I smiled."Erm ... both?" Well," I said, "it's up to you, but I'd really like to spend the day with you. Take you home to change your clothes, catch a bus out to Fox House, get. It has been a long time since you’ve come here. It’s time. Please say you will be here,” she pleaded.“Of course I will. I’ll never miss a home cooked meal by you, Mama.”“Wonderful. I will have news for you when you come. See you Saturday. Don’t be late,” she said before hanging up.Huh, I thought. That was pretty abrupt for her. Oh well, I’ll be there and I won’t be late. Four in the afternoon should be soon enough.Our Saturday morning session had been very lively and once more I was delighted. "I'm sorry, I don't." Duncan," he replied, with a rather arch smile. "Duncan Frobisher.Well, well, well! Look at you, all dolled up and dressed to kill. Youdo look ravishing, with your skinny waist and your high heeled shoes.You really don't have any idea who I am, do you? We were at juniorschool together. Such fun times. I recall them with much fondness."And then I remembered who Duncan Frobisher was. Before I could respond,Frobisher had turned back to Bridie."Mrs Greane," he said, consulting.