I was desperate for this to change.Back home in England I started to hang out in a very popular pub in a medium sized south Wiltshire city along with ...y brothers and one lunchtime I bumped into a girl just about 21 maybe 22 years old who told me she had heard of me from my brothers. I didn't know at the time that she had laid both of them and was interested to know if I was any good in the sack too. The thing about Maggie (name changed) is that she was eternally broke and was willing to trade. However, circumstances had changed and being found in the girl's bedroom without a condom was likely to lead to more trouble than having one to hand (if not actually on).Which raised a problem. I had no idea who knew Doug and Ma, people who would likely pass on a bit of information about a young man -- perhaps resembling me -- in the company of their only, and highly nubile, daughter who was purchasing condoms by the wheelbarrow load.Okay the last is an exaggeration -- a slight exaggeration.I. He had to get out.There was another exit down the hallway, past a few stores. But towards the whistling. He stood clouting the door for a moment longer, steeling himself to make it to the next door. It bothered him how loud his footsteps felt in the stillness. He froze just beyond the final chairs of the cafe— it was silent. Where was the whistling? He realized this way too late just as a large arm wrapped around his throat, yanking him backwards and off his feet. Shane was tall, yes, but. “I know,” my mother said calmly, rubbing her hand over my leg and shushing my tears away. “I have known for a very long time dear.” “How did you,” I began to ask. “Actually,” my mother began, looking away for a brief moment, as if recalling the moment she found out. “Henry told me. The night after he left Hannah at the alter.” “Oh,” I said in shock, shrugging my shoulders as if I should have expected this. “Henry told you.” _________________ “Hello,” a voice called from the bottom of the.