On the ferry I met up with a truck driver who kindly gave me a lift to Brugge in Belgium and from there I caught a bus to my ultimate destination, a l...ttle farm just outside Roeselare where an old friend of mine lived with his Belgian wife.Bruce and Donna — no, that's not her real name but that's what everyone has always called her since we were at college together - listened to my story. Bruce and I always had very similar temperaments; I think that's why we always got on so well. When we were. 'Well, first stop will be Portland-Nordstrom's!'With that thought, she put back half the clothing she'd planned to take, then put two bags, one empty, into the trunk of her car. A call to the Benson Hotel in Portland, to make a reservation, and she was set to go.It was a matter of minutes to stroll to the training ring, where Marty and Dory were working."Hi, Ma. What's up?" Marty asked."I need a change of scene, son," Hazel replied, noting the look of compassion in Adoré's eyes, and her. It's like you brought twin machine guns to a plastic knife fight. How can I possibly resist you now?"I didn't get an answer, but I still relished the sight behind the door. I wasn't sure how I'd get through the weekend with both my girlfriend and elegant sister around too, but I knew it'd be an uphill battle, to say the least.She issued a huge felt of sexy as she calmly opened the door. "Care to join me and share the white stuff, Dale?" she asked, shooting me one inviting smile.I checked out. ”Trish rose and said, “Oh, I’ll come and help.”David got up from the mechanical nightmare in the corner, and asked the pair, “Can I help too. I need to excel at something other than baby jungle swings, and in this case the swing is winning.” He followed Darby and Trish to the kitchen. Andrew looked pained that he’d lost his construction partner.Beth said, “Does he have some kind of possible parenthood with little Wendy?”“No, we don’t think so. He just loves all the babies as we all do. You see.