." You're father and I haven't been connecting, in bed, for a long time. Maybe ever." Mom, are you kidding? You've been married almost thirty years." ...on't I know it? I don't know how else to describe it, Honey. I love him dearly. You know that. He's a wonderful man. But I just ... I just have so much more to give ... to a man, I mean." Wow," Tim said. "I guess I really do know how you feel. Um ... I don't know if you remember, but I said last night that I thought I knew what you meant. And I. I learned then and there that mysister was far better at tying knots than I would ever be as she wrapped andrewrapped the rope around my crossed wrists. She jerked hard as she came tothe end of the nylon cord and I actually winced as it bit into my skin. Sheknotted the line again and again, placing the knots far and away from my gropingfingers before she moved around in front of me and squatted down at my feet.She was sweating from her exertions, and I saw a stain between her then smallbreasts. Opening the door the first thing that hit him was the smell. Sweet and cloying mixed in with the smell of rotting food. Next came the sound of laughter from the bedroom. Male laughter. Male laughter mixed with a female voice. Soft and low, and very familiar. A cold flush went through his body as he stood in the entrance by the door, his case forgotten. His eyes burnt as he walked slowly towards the slightly ajar bedroom door, his body suddenly feeling heavy and wooden, his arms heavy as they. “No, as a matter of fact I’m not!”“Then you’ll settle to help out then?” Mum was still holding her tummy as she replied.“At this stage I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, I mean if your mother said that to you what would you think!” June asked of me.“She was joking, surely?” I replied.“Gail, as true as the day is long, she meant it, let me carry on!”“Mum, are you telling me that you, for the choice of a word…Service Dad, and his two brothers?”“Well yes dear, it’s only to be expected, it’s an.