..The other black customers stood up and all them looked at me.The cook made me get up from my seat and I was ordered to sit on a chair in the middle ...f the room, where my hands and feet were tied. One of the other men dragged Ana over to stand beside me. She was almost crying in tear; but I told her to calm down.The cook looked to be in charge. He turned to my sexy wife, ordering her to put on a little show for him and his friends…Suddenly a black waitress I had not seen yet, came from behind. About a month before she died, she asked me to reach out to you, to make sure you found someone else, you continued to live”.I smiled. Tracy looked down, then looked into my eyes. “Doug, I know you’ve been out of circulation for some time now”.I laughed. “Yea, I guess I’m an old fuddy duddy now”.Tracy didn’t laugh. “No, Doug, you’re not. You are a warm, caring person, who is hurting, and who needs to be with someone. Someone who loves you. Someone who wants to make you feel better. Someone. Charles' uniforms were neatly hung on one side of the wardrobe, hisshoes and rugby boots neatly arranged beneath the hangers, the drawersfull of underwear, sports attire and casual wear. The other side ofthe wardrobe contained a selection of ladies garments, expensive highheels placed under the hanging clothes, the drawers full of lingerieand hosiery. Three coiffed wigs were neatly arranged on styrofoam wig-stands."Looks like she does her own domestics," Archie joked as he held upthe French. "What did Santa bring you that made it so wonderful," she queried.I smiled at her and then I held up the locket which I only take off when I go to bed."Rory gave me this," I told her. "It is very old and has a lot of his family history behind it." It is beautiful," Marjory said as she examined it. "How old is it Rory?" She asked."It is hard to say," Rory said. "We can authenticate its history back to the sixteenth century. Some members of the family believe it goes back to the very first.