And now the trap was about to snap shut.The villagers were yet happily unaware; a group of old men playing scribige around a tired old table, farmers ...nd their sons guiding horse-drawn ploughs through the fields, women hanging laundry on the line; here a pair of young boys carrying a block of ice on a string, there a group of teenagers carving their names into the side of a barn; one boy stealing from his father's supply of malt beer, another about to take the virginity of the reverend's. ”“She told you about wanting to buy a house in the suburbs before the boys start High School?”“Yes. I’m surprised you are allowing her to take your boys from the house.”“I want her to be happy. And it’s not like she’s taking them to Australia!”He laughed, “No, I suppose not.”“Elyse and I always knew things would change. I think she’ll be in good hands. And I trust you with my boys.”He smiled, “Thank you. How is your business?”“Very good. Did you get a chance to meet the rest of my family?”“Not. To our surprise two people were already there. The soon to be bride and another woman. Neither of which I knew. They had been making out and were both in various stages of undress. I had already had a swig of Jack and felt pretty bullet proof. The ladies asked that we lock the door and not tell anyone about what we had stumbled upon. And in return for keeping our mouths shut about this whole thing we were welcome to watch. We agreed and the four of us sat down around the ladies. The ladies. ”“Was that a trick? Didn’t you really mean what you just said?”“Boys, of all ages will say whatever comes to mind when it comes to talking to a girl that looks like you do, little sister?”“So that was a test. Did I pass?”“Kinda,” I said to her. “I find it hard to believe that an 18-year-old has never been on a date with a boy. Is it really true?”“A boy named Richard King asked me out once, and I said ‘No.’ The next day at school, my best girlfriend Sandra Carlisle told me that he was bragging.