Cameron laughed and patted her mother on the back as she hugged her tight. "Mom, chicken and noodles don't cure everything." Yeah, but it never hurts ...ither. Don't argue with me, go sit down with DJ and Dan and I'll be right out." Clarissa gently pushed her toward the living room, watching with worried eyes as she walked with a limping gait through the archway that separated the living room from the hall.DJ stood when she came in, walking over and swooping her up in his arms to carry her over. Well, it's . . . I guess we might want to save that for Europe." What do you mean?" Well, it's not your best . . . um angle . . . um it's not the way it hangs, or . . ."Just as Jane was stuttering through a lame excuse, the left stall clicked open. Her eyes widened, her mouth opened, she wanted to yell "stop!" as if there were about to be a collision of two worlds. From the left stall came the black man, unclothed except for a tight white package-hugging thong Speedo. Unlike the other Speedos. I was really quite reluctant and very, very apprehensive about doing this but my wife kept on insisting and reassuring me that she was quite ok with my helping her younger sister out this way in her hour of need.So the plan was set in motion. My wife and I would go over on Thursday to deliver a dinner dish while her husband was at work. It was very awkward for me and even odd as we sat around together the three of us as we nervously talked about this as well as other things knowing what we were. I am Crown Prince Mustapha, the eldest son of the Emir. We met once at Stapleford Grange many years ago, while I was still at school."Veronica had only rarely visited her father after his second marriage, but she vaguely remembered an olive-skinned boy resplendent in cricket whites coming in to the Hall after playing at Sandiacre Cricket Club, and the following morning seeing him leaving in his black blazer and cap to go to school. A quick check of her dates left her guessing that he must be in.