She presses a finger to my lips. ?No talking. Strip, and go cook. You may wear your apron while cooking,? she says before closing the door. I w...imper pathetically, and her eyes laugh at me. ?There, there. I’m sure you need to go, but that can wait a little longer. We haven’t had a lunch date in ages!? I nod, trying not to cry. I need to go! She’s right though. I used to come home and cook for her all the time, when we were dating. But I’d only worked part-time then, so it had been. With nothing better to do and surprised at having discovered someone I recognized, I walked over and reintroduced myself. ‘Hi, it’s Gerry isn’t it?’ I tried tentatively. ‘Yes … Gerry Lowrie. Oh … I remember you, but I’m sorry, the name escapes me.’ ‘Andy Andrews. We were seatmates a while back … on this same flight if I remember.’ ‘It would be,’ he nodded. ‘This is a regular flight for me.’ ‘Looks like we’re going to be late getting home,’ I said idly. ‘Yeah, the inbound Seattle flight is. From this day forward, Jaklow, Abo and Hamlin are my SONS. They will live with me in my camp for as long as they want. They may take wives, with the girl's permission and bring them into my camp. Those wives will be welcomed as daughters to me. Anyone doing harm to my sons does harm to me. I will seek retribution and it will be swift. Again, choose your leader well. Live in peace. I am leaving with my son's, daughters and mates." Chanil was beaming during the announcement. She had to go over. “We can sort that out when we get home, meanwhile we need petrol.” Laura started to dress again, then climbing back behind the wheel of the car, placed it into reverse and backed slowly back down the track. From there they drove quickly joined the motorway, stopping only to fill up with petrol. A few hours later they arrived back at Laura’s home, there they both showered, both scrubbing off their new names until the skin above their cunts was red raw.*****“Now what?” Ruth asked as they sat at.