Well, there had notbeen a single tear since. He stood with the aid of a gold knobbed cane and kicked his stiff leg intomotion. His steady progress alo...g the waterfront to his office at the hostelwas punctuated by greetings and well wishes from any he met. A fisherman mendinghis nets, a group of women on a stoop across the way, a street vendor, theyall had a good word for Edgar. Glancing ahead, he suddenly saw something that quickened his pulse. The momenthe had been waiting so long for had. Vee's family would have been very suspicious of Fred for not being a Valleys boyo, and Sian already knew and got on well with Malcolm's family.Mum and Dad were genuinely pleased to see Jen and I, and I have to admit that after eight weeks of living ten in a caravan, we were also delighted to see them (and their bath, electric kettle, fridge with food in it, proper beds, comfy sofa and TV, and the washing machine!)We insisted on treating Mum and Dad at the steakhouse to celebrate our return. But 1st you started by sucking on my toes, slurping and licking, deep in between my toes until, ya tongue just licks the complete sweat and feet, right from my toes. Then you began to cry as usual, I "You always start crying when we French kiss Faith elk, You "Well daddy why did you have to beat my ass again, with the screen door open, that's who called the Cop's, not me,,,,,, C- Cuh, cuz daddy I know you like to beat my ass, then zone rock my throat, ya know Like you do to my mom, Melissa,. "We have purity laws in my country, Mr. Wilson," he began. "Men who comehere with the intention of defiling our women are not welcome." I never...," I started to say, but was interrupted."There can be no other explanation!" he continued. "Why else would abusinessman travel with such things?" Y- y- you see," I stammered, "It must have been my wife...." My voicetrailed off, the hollow excuse dying in my throat."One or two things, tucked away in a side pocket, perhaps, Mr. Wilson; buta quantity.