"I think I'm going to like it here!" Me too Terry," she laughed as an enormous black man walked past with an ice cream in his hand, but it wasn't the ...ce cream that she was looking at, it was the baby's arm hanging down from his groin."Sweet Jesus mum," I laughed, "That's not bloody normal." Who cares?" she giggled. "Normal or not, It's bloody real."We decided to go back then and rest before going out that evening, but mum insisted on trying on her bikinis for my approval, apart from the colour. Our family is making the plans to survive and thrive.”“Thanks, Shirley. Let me talk to Dad for a while. Will you stand by?”“Yes, Anne. One of us will be here.”It was a half hour later when Ollie came on the air. “Ollie calling Shirley.”“This is Janice, Ollie. Shirley is in the room.”“Very well, Janice. Anne and I have decided that we would like to join you. I guess it would be warmer down there?”“I’m glad you’re coming, Ollie. Yes, it’s warmer here. We rarely get snow. Summers can be pretty hot. She possessed a feline grace to her tall, curvy body, her tight leather pants hugging her hips and thighs, a ruffled blouse showing off her cleavage. She licked her lips, eyeing me, aching to dominate me.She wanted me to be one of her boytoys, like the brawny men of her crew. She wanted me to submit to her lusts. I was Thrak of the Red Eye Orcs. Once, I had been chief of the Tribe. I submitted to no one. And she knew it.But she always tried.Faoril fell in at my side as we swept past the wounded. Please, at least let’s go for a vacation and see what you think.”“Vacation? That’s not true life. Sorry, Chloe, I don’t want to move to the country. I like our life as it is.”Glen suddenly stood, walked away from the table and put on his jacket. He paused to look at me — then carried on out of the door.I didn’t know what to think. What would happen now? If I continued with this, it seemed I would lose Glen. Yet, if I didn't move back home, I would surely suffocate here.~~~~~What I hadn’t told.