Did he not know? Or did he not care?"Totally. Can I ask you a question?" Of course." Why have you been acting so distant lately? You barely talk to me...when you get home from work and you avoid making direct eye contact with me when we watch tv on the couch at night?"Randy clearly didn't expect that. He was noticeably flustered. "So you've noticed that, huh?" Yeah. Is everything okay?"Randy took a while to answer me."No, everything is not okay. My wife, your mother, died one year ago and I miss. My turn.”“Yes it’s your turn, but I think June smelt a bit of a rat about my back. Asking if my tee shirt got damaged and where was it. I wonder if she’s picking up what a naughty daughter she’s ended up with. It might not be so easy in Brest.”“No,” Sean pondered developments. “I can’t believe Lara poisoned Tony to get rid of him.”“Well it was laxative. She doesn’t see it as poisoning. She says it was his fault for being stuffy and controlling and there was no point in having the holiday at all. After lifting his hand to his nostrils and with an impish grin he said, “Fuck, Josh, you would’ve thought that after our swim the ashtray smell would have washed off our knobs.”After handling his own cock Josh also raised his hand to his nose, “Fuck, you’re right, bro; my dick still smells like an ashtray.”“What do you think will get rid of this smell?” Marc asked, mischievously.I stood looking at two pairs of eyes boring into me. I knew that the moment of truth had arrived and that I was about. Tristan stopped his horse about midday and waited for Graydon to pull up alongside. Graydon could see a small stone path leading north into the woods."From here we walk," Tristan announced, dismounting and gathering the reins of his horse."How do you know this hermit?" Graydon asked as he also dismounted."I got caught in an Orc raid not too far from here a while back and was seriously wounded," Tristan replied and started up the stone trail. "He found me and nursed me back to health. Ever.