I couldn't beleive the thoughts in my head were about a woman 43 years older than me, not only that but my best mates Nan. We were at a wedding for a ...amily friend, when we met, that night I wasn't drinking, so said June could have a lift home with me later that night. She was very happy with that and we sat most of the night talking. To which John wasn't happy as he was left talking to his mom, so he got drunk and fucked off with the brides sister. It got to the end of the night and with no. "Mom. Something's happened."Marlene Henderson looked alarmed. What had happened? What tragedy had befallen her family? What?"Mom," Tess tried again, "It's OK! It's not... something terrible... But it's pretty bad." What? What?"It had just occurred to me. Tess' mother's name was Marlene, and Roy Junior's new girlfriend-cum-fiancé, was named "Charlene."Well, at least Charlene didn't look like Marlene. She looked like Tess.But, I digress. Marlene Henderson was alarmed, and Tess wasn't making any. She hiccupped again."Yeah, yeah," he said reassuringly. Then he placed a hand on each of her breasts and gave them a gentle squeeze."Hey, you fucker! Leave off my tits!" Callie yelled.Jimmi promptly released them and Callie spun around to confront him.In a surprisingly calm tone, Jimmi said, "Easy, now... take a deep breath."Callie did just that."Are they gone?' he asked as Fran grabbed for an empty beer bottle, intent on hitting this fresh jerk on the noggin with it. Callie was about to curse. No steep face for the rock-climbers. No parking, no ice-cream booth, no nothing: nobody. He let his consciousness drift out to sea like some white-winged sea-bird, until a new sound cut through his contemplations. That had to be hiking boots scraping granite gravel. Damn! He decided to pretend to be asleep — like, he was respectably covered and hadn’t moved for an hour anyway. He listened. Boots on gravel — they’re on the flat bit on the other side of the pool. Only one person, he realised. Let.