"Sure. Hi Mary. Come on over here. You want a beer?" Yeah, sure. Thanks Alan. So how do you know these guys then?" Oh, I worked with Mike a few years ...go, and now they regard me as party furniture. They tell me I'm insurance, just in case no one else turns up." Oh, so they do this quite often?" Well, every few months, anyway. They like to party, and this house is the perfect place. It belongs to Mikes uncle, and he's away overseas, so they have it all to themselves."So there we were, sitting on. It is all in good fun, however, as we have a great relationship. All three of us do, actually, my wife, Roos-anne and myself. By the time I managed to get myself out of bed on Saturday morning, my wife was gone, and I was stuck to fend for myself. I felt pretty slimy as it had been a hot night, and I had slept drenched in sweat. As I slowly made my way to the shower, I realized that any movements would be quite difficult.Normally, my wife would join me in the shower on these occasions and. They had each taken a turn embracing me, before the conductor helped me up onto the steps of the train carriage. My father had kissed me once more before handing me the rich brown leather bag which held my things. He stepped back as the conductor guided me to my seat. I had strained to see out the window, but to no avail. At the first cloud of steam, my mother turned her back and walked away into the crowd. My father had lingered for a moment, and then followed her. That had been three years. Then she tells me he droped in for a coffee on his lunch break and they were talking about sex but he was nervous spilled his coffee and said he had to go back to work, they were talking about what he would like to do to her but she said it was all talk . then she arranged for him to call again when i was collecting the k**s from school she told me he was coming down to talk about stoping the sexy chat & banter in work so i said he is not interested in talking about work he is coming down with.