“Why don’t you meet me in the pool house in ten minutes. I’ll make an excuse I need to make a long private phone call and go over that way, I’...l get in. I will help you finish becoming a man. Can you manage that?”Timothy nodded enthusiastically, taking a different route outside as she instructed, knowing the pool house was out of bounds for the party, being renovated. He couldn’t help looking around at all the women as he waited out the long ten minutes, wondering what his own mother’s tits. " Good bye, Mr. Rivers. I hope that we have a more congenial conversation the next time we meet."Three days later, we got a response from the Atlanta office. This response took the form of a visit from six of the union enforcers. The arrived after midnight in two cars. Mary and I had just finished an edition of any young man's sexual fantasy and I was flaked out, hard asleep, but no longer hard anywhere else.Mary was in the bathroom taking a shower when the goons arrived in front of the house. “David, your sister is present.”“It’s all right Mum, I know what sex is. I just haven’t tried it yet.”“Alison Barker, go to your room,” Mum commanded, “NOW.”Pip shrugged, smiled at me and flounced out of the kitchen. I chuckled.“What do you find funny young man?”“The fact that my sister just very neatly got out of her turn for the washing up,” I suggested.“Oh,” Mum replied, surprised, “the little madam.”“I’ll do it Aunt Pat, it’s mostly just loading the dishwasher anyway.”I quickly discovered. ’ Brian took a large gulp of his whisky. ‘Happy is as happy goes. We met at Cambridge back in the early Eighties and, suffice to say we were both very young. She was nineteen and I was twenty. In some respects we were too young and I don’t think either of us envisaged anything long term. We just did what students who fancied each other did — shagged and got drunk together. Our fate — or rather my fate — was sealed one day when Anne was having a row with her mother and the silly mare mentioned.