They leave and I get back to work on the fricken Trojan virus...Present – Liz and Bernie – OutsideBernie and I have an incredible time (in spite o... not having 'sex'), we're both more than satisfied and Bernie suggests, "Liz, how about we take a little walk."I know why he wants to take a walk: We've been in the tunnels too much and Bernie's going a little crazy. I smile at him and answer, "That sounds wonderful to me, let's go."I stop by the mirror, make sure I look okay and frown at the baby. They arrived back from the pub at just after 11pm and to say they were a little worse for wear would be an understatement. The boy was asleep on the sofa and I was sat in the chair watching TV. I was wearing my peach silk nightie and dressing gown. I got up and made them both a drink and returned to my chair after.Rob sat on the other chair and Chris sat on the floor between us. He had been there about 15 minutes when he started to stroke my ankle and as I didn’t stop him he moved his hand. "Now," said General Anthony. "All that inquisition must have made you thirsty. What would you like to drink?" Beer, please, Sir."The general nodded and Sergeant Roberts, who had been standing unobserved, nodded back, left the room and returned almost immediately with a pint of beer."Oh, before I forget, Mum sends hers and Dad's love to you all," said Mark.There was a chorus of thanks."Did you speak to Serena?" asked Victoria."Yes." How is she?" Fine. Can't wait to leave school." I'll bet." I. He’d laugh his non-existent socks off about being King Tricky Ricky on the odd nights that he got melancholy and tipsy. He couldn’t remember who had stuck him with his joke name of Tricky Dicky.He did vaguely remember that it was when he was young and stupid, and while he was at his grandmother’s court. He’d tried to screw every member of the gentry that was willing, while he was there. He’d been a bit of jokester too, so it wasn’t surprising the name stuck.Truth be told, in the low land.