My wife walked out of the bedroom (and per Derek’s instructions) looking like a well-dressed businesswoman with a nice suit jacket skirt and blouse....Derek and his pal (I think his name was Richey) began teaching the boys what to expect from a white woman and that all white women were really whores regardless of what they looked like or how they were dressed. Derek told one of the brothers to go over and order my wife to take off a piece of clothing, she removed her jacket. Derek instructed the. " I am NOT drunk," the warrior interrupted, "though I was until recently. A distinction in tenses which I plan on rendering moot." Not now! We've got troubles!" The Poet hopped about waving his arms. "There's a dragon at the gate! You have to help me!"Gareth struggled to focus on the quickly moving healer."Dragon? Impossible, they never leave their cave. Almost never." Well, this one didn't have any choice in the matter. I summoned it." The Poet managed to look embarrassed and proud at. “Thee growed up wi her didn’t tha?” Albert asked, “Just treat her like any other lass, upend her and give her one.”“Ee gaffer, I ‘ent like that,” Bod insisted.“What? Is tha a bloody poof?” Albert demanded.“Nay but I’d not upend a wench and have me way wi out her say so,” Bob confessed.“Call thee self a bloke,” Albert sighed. “Bloody mouse more like, well thee cans’t do it or I’ll find some un as what will.”“I’ll see what I can do,” Bob agreed.“Reet no time like present,” Albert replied, “Get. The trail we were following was wide enough for two to walk side by side in some places and single file others. Unlike other times, when the trail was wide enough, either Tracey or Mum walked with me and held my hand. The conversation stayed light with no references to the changed sexual dynamics in the family. Well, not at first at least. It was when we stopped for a water break that Tracey decided to take the 'issue' by the horns."Why, Mum?" she asked as we sat on the grass."Why what? Mum.