Donna showed up well-dressed, well-mannered, remorseful. Took Cindy in her arms, wept an apology, repeated her story to others. Life-changing event. N...ar-death experience. Repentance. And return.If there were ever a story of a modern-day prodigal son, this was it, except the son was actually the mother of a spectacular young lady who happened to be my wife and a fine young engineer and a person who held a status at a major university as a source of unlimited potential.And that young lady was. ” They looked at each other across the table. Then Ambrose began his story. “Her name is Phueng. It means bee,” he said. Then he laughed. “She certainly gave me a buzz. I met her at some drinks the first night I was there. She was there with her husband, he’s European. He does something in transport.” Ambrose paused again and refilled their wine glasses. “The moment I saw her I knew she was not just a quickie,” he said. “Normally that would rule her out, but she captivated me. She wasn’t. She hadn't seen her in ages. That didn't stop mom from calling her and keeping tabs on her. Aunt Doreen was a lot older than mom. One day, mom went to a garage sale. She saw a beautiful big baby doll that she thought Aunt Doreen would love. She bought it, and brought it back to the house. She showed it to me, and said she was going to send it to Doreen. Mom didn't know that i had a sexual fetish with dolls. That doll was calling me, to take it to bed! I knew it was a heavy vinyl doll,. ‘You stupid girl!’ the doctor yelped. ‘It’s your fault,’ Florence snapped back. ‘If you watched what you were doing…’ ‘Florence!’ Sir Richard’s nostrils flared, his tone brooking no further dissension from his maid servant. For a moment Florence thought he might discipline her right there and then across the breakfast table, lifting her skirt in front of his annoying house guest. Mortified the maid was stunned into silence. ‘You really are the most clumsy child,’ the academic continued, wiping.