"What are you doing?" Michael sat down and removed the bottle."What the hell are you doing?" Charles sneered at his younger brother. "That's the only ...hing that keeps me going from day to day." You are a stupid bastard," Michael would not be cowed. "This is one of your real problems. You think is that will bring Melissa back to you? You're lucky she lets you sleep in her bed. You just had to take up with that tramp..." She's not a tramp!" Charles sneered. "She was loving and kind..." She's a. My OE would be my version of a “year of saying yes”. I would meet interesting people, take d**gs and, I hoped, sleep with more inappropriate people. I started out in London, sharing a dingy flat with half a dozen New Zealanders and Australians. My chance to get a real experience came when Veronica Turner-Dell walked into the office where I was temping. It was a small publishing company that specialised in technical books and as boring as that sounds. VTD, “STD with added vigour”, was medium. Finally we started talking, I expressed my concern and then one thing led to another and she confessed. She told me that last year she had a boyfriend with whom she frequently had sex because of him she was distracted and was not paying attention to study. When she could not clear medical entrance she broke up with him. I asked her why she did that as she could have continued with him and concentrate more on studies she replied that they were only interested in having sex and were not serious. I'll have to give her credit, that little lady hit me like a professional boxer! She shouted angrily, "Are you screwing her, Bob? You take her side on everything!"I turned to my beautiful little wife and lover and raised a big hand, but only to point a rigid index finger at her. I barked in the command voice I'd learned in the military, "Believe me, Sheila, you do not want to provoke a fist fight with a grown man, and there is no excuse for your striking our child's face!" Sheila stormed.