With my hands trapped behind me I felt loops ofcord bind my wrists together.? It was astrange feeling, almost like a boa constrictor with arms was fas...ening mywrists together.? The pain wastremendous, with my arms tangled up in her legs, so the thought of screamingcame and passed with the promise of more pain should I do so.? With my hands secured she pulled me to oneside and jumped on my back.? Yanking achunk of my hair, the pain caused me to gasp - at that very moment a huge redball was. About that time, Abby spoke again. "Marty, look, I was sick, okay? I didn't mean to get so drunk, but there was a big party, lots of people, we were dancing and drinking and it just got away with me." I see." What does that mean, you see?" Well, Abby, what did you expect me to say? That I understand? Because sure as hell I don't understand why you would go out with Amy on the day before I'm due back in town, knowing that I could conceivably come home even a little early, so we could spend as. Don is planning to stop in there in his way to Arizona. Perhaps Dad could call him and have a chat about ... whatever. Maybe he can get an idea if there's anything wrong or out of place with him." Okay, that sounds like a reasonable approach. I know they've been close for many years. If Don has a problem, he's more likely to share it with Dad than anyone outside of Muriel." That's what I was thinking too. The people here are very protective of him and reluctant to share what they might know.. Both ladies were really upset and I wanted to fix things if at all possible.It seemed we had a chance as I had set up a recital for Victoria in London the following month. The original plan had always been for Sophia to be the accompanist. Upset she might be, but Sophia was a pragmatist at accepted the job despite being pissed.When she arrived from her home in Bulgaria, I had at least recovered a few points by sending Vicky in the jet. I stayed back home but picked them up from Biggin Hill.