Grumbling under hisbreath, he continued on driving. Ten minutes later they arrived at thesmall airport and another full hour in chartering a private p...ane to takethem cross-country to the BC coastline.The plane ride was long and uneventful. Peter tried sleeping severaltimes but couldn't quite get comfortable. It had nothing to do with hisseat or that he wasn't the one flying the plane. It was just somethingabout moving vehicles... Peter shook his head looking to his right atNelly sound asleep. "You are such a bastard," Alee cooed on my left while Lidia gently nibbled on my right ear."You're right," Mike agreed from somewhere out of eyesight. "I don't care what his birth certificate says, he is a bastard. You know what, girls? For being such a prick he can buy us all new dresses for tonight. That'll teach him some manners." We can't do that, Michelle," Lidia said turning her head towards the noise and sighing. "Dresses onboard are very expensive. We'll find something else." What?. ” She placed her arms over his and squeezed. She wasn’t really, but he didn’t really understand. “Only okay?” He kissed her again. “What’s bothering you dear?”“My little monsters turn 30 today, and they can’t even be bothered to let me throw them a party.” She let out a long sigh. She knew they were grown men now, with wives, a business to run, and enough other activities to keep them all too busy to worry about her.“I’m kind of glad they’re not here,” Arthur whispered as he nibbled on. The old man he was talking about had lived in their village for several years and worked wherever he could to make a few dollars to buy food and clothing. The last time he went to work for the Khmer Rouge they had kept him and wouldn't let him come back to the village. From what I was able to gather he had been a soldier many years ago and had been injured. The village had took him in and nursed him back to health but he never remembered who he was or where he came from. He spoke several.