"Are you interested in us helping you Fred?" I asked,"Yes, any help I can get, but I don't know how we can beat these bastards; they seem to have the ...hip hand." OK let's consider our tactics, are you prepared to call their bluff?" If I don't do anything I go under, so what is there to loose?"I thought for a while and then framed my idea for a bluff. "We call a meeting of the employees and you tell them that Folden Engineering has bought into Barrows and owns 51%, you then turn the meeting over. While in university, on a Saturday evening, a group of us friends and classmates settled down for a session of heavy drinking and fun in an accommodation that we were sharing. There were three girls including me and two guys in the group. The guys tried to get us to play a game of strip poker. The girls were reluctant at first but gave in when we all agreed that we will play down to our bra/panties and no further. The guys reasoned that this was no worse than wearing bikinis and they had seen. I threw myself down on the bed, and I think I cried for at least an hour. Momcame in at some point and held me and gently stroked my head, but didn't sayanything. The character of the tears changed at some point, though. At first,they were tears of pain, for all the sadness, despair and deception I hadbeen forced to endure; but then, they shifted to tears of joy; sheer,unbelieving joy that I had been so lucky to have my deepest wish fulfilled.It was as if I had been trapped at the bottom of an. Beneath me in the yard, my mother was hanging out the washing on the line. From where I stood, I could see down her deep cleavage; as though she had been waiting for just that moment, she leaned forwards, picked up a pillowcase, and raised it up to peg onto the line. The varied movements involved were apparently beyond the design of her bra, though, and as she reached up she spilled out of the bra, a wardrobe malfunction worthy of the best of the Hollywood set. She immediately turned bright.