I want to tell you, that when Alex was 7 years old he was stung by a wasp, and you, Mrs. Langholm, fainted. When you regained your consciousness you p...t chlorhexedrine on the sting, and then you got stung yourself, and you fainted again." What kind of nonsense it this, " Mr. Langholm barked. He turned to look at his wife, who had turned all pale. "What is he telling us, Karen? Is it true? And how can he know?"Mrs. Langholm stuttered a little. In a very weak voice, almost a whisper, she said:. No more raging emotions. Could I face Elizabeth's letter? Yes. I opened the envelope. There was a short letter and a framed photograph - no - a small painting of - Robert. A young Robert. Who had painted that? He was nude, half turned away, his beard trimmed quite short, showing the line of his jaw. Greece? The background was sunlight shining through some kind of arcade. Deliberately classical. An athlete. Those muscles - God! Did he still look like that? Probably. I felt quite weak with. When I was done I looked around and was pleased to see that you couldn't spot any of the hidden cameras. Up till then I had been blackmailing BJ with a non-existent videotape, but sooner or later the odds were pretty good that she was going to want to see it. Against that time I figured that I'd better have a couple.Monday I called BJ from work and told her to be at my place by seven, "And sweetie? Don't wear a lot because you'll just be taking it off." BJ showed up at seven and I let her in. I started to go red.'Please'He called over to his mates ' Finished the game boys?''nearly' one responded'Well cut it fucking short'He grabbed my hand and led me over to the table. In one swoop he bent me over it. My chin hit the rest and i felt his hand reach in and pull down my shorts and boxers in one go.'For fuck sake gav....cant you two get a room''Nah me sisters back at mine..and im fockin gagging for it'He picked up my leg and placed it on the wooden top. it felt so uncomfrtable. Oddly my.