"Robinson just managed to keep a straight face and a calm voice as he said, "Very good, Sir. Will that be all, Sir?"The following day was that most di...ficult of days, Robinson's first formal public duties in his new rôle as butler to His Magnificence, the Emir Mahmoud Abdullah. The occasion was a full judicial audience; one where the Emir dispensed justice to his people. Only the more serious cases came before him personally, and he dispensed justice exactly as he saw fit. A case was put. He was within two weeks of my age, but we had gone our separate ways when we had finally left school, and I didn’t see much of him for a couple of years.It was normal for us back then to meet up either at his house or mine where we would do standard boys' stuff – magazines, out for bike rides, etc. We were both into construction kits and so spent a fair bit of time together with our shared hobby, more often than not in his bedroom as he had his own room whereas I had to share mine with my. We should stay gone until later,” I suggested.“Don’t be silly. Come on.” Marsha hopped out of the car and headed for the front door. I figured it would be locked, something we were all careful to do since Bob had walked in on Mrs. D and me months ago. I followed her and it opened right up. Relief washed over me. At least they weren’t having at each other.Walking in, we were greeted by the sounds of Mrs. D approaching climax. Whoops! I took Marsha’s arm to guide her back outside, but she. My parents are Bob Winston, 43, a Lt. Col. In the Army, and Bev (Beverly), 41, now a housewife but formerly employed by an advertising agency.We live on the Fort Bliss Army base which is adjacent to El Paso, TX. Fort Bliss is my father's home base, but because he is a communications expert he is out of the country most of the time. He comes home for a week every three months and that's all.For the last two years I noticed that things were not OK between my parents. Sometimes (on those one week.