I slowly entered the room and firmly shut the door behind me. "Do you want it locked?", I asked."That's up to you", said Peter, "Do you want others to...see us yet?", he added.The 'yet' got me worried again. Peter obviously planned at some time that what was currently our secret was going to be made known to others. Did he still have my Mom in mind? I decided to lock the door and having done so asked Peter what he wanted."Oh, nothing special today" he said, "just a little show from you and then. Last night three burglars broke into this mansion house behind me, went into the safe, and stole three valuable statues made of solid gold that are due to be auctioned later this week. The Police have been here since this morning, we have had forensics and sniffer dogs all around here, and the owner of the statues, a local businessman, is said to be quite distressed and cutting short his business trip to the Ukraine." Quite, right," Jamie said, mimicking her voice and Emma scowled into the cold. I just don't want to fuck him or anyone else. I was terrified before you turned up that Dick would soon go looking for someone else, and then I would lose him. When I went to bed early last night I was praying that you two would fall into each other's arms. The ideal solution, from my point of view would be if the three of us lived here together, and you two continued to fuck.”“And that wouldn't make you jealous?” Suzie asked.“No. Last night, late I came into your bedroom and saw you two naked. Did she know that Liz knew – about Becky and me, at least.“No, Mum.”“But you have a lovely voice, Sara,” said her mother. “I mean you were singing in the car on the way over here.”Sara switched her gaze from Becky to me and then back to her mother. “Erm, yes, maybe. But I can’t do it to order. I’ll bet Becky can’t either.”Becky had probably been hoping the inquisition would blow over before she became involved. But now her cousin had dobbed her in it, to coin a phrase. She took refuge in Sara’s.