It was now too late we seemed to be where ever we were going, the car slowed down, oh my God I had no mobile phone and no way of telling the time & I ...certainly didn’t know where I was.The door opened on my side of the car, as I looked out from inside, I could see a large house, in fact it was more like a mansion, it must have been a lodge or something years before, bright lights flooded the house showing it off at its best. I stepped out the car & walked towards the large double doors in front. As soon as I finished with Siyanda, I went over and gave her a cuddle, and she repeated it. Perhaps she thinks I am her mother!" Being a black South African, Ruth could not be mistaken for Diana's mother, though her own daughter, Tessa, had trouble recognising she was not white, for most of her brothers and sisters were white.Diane said sharply, "Of course you are her mother, Ruth, or at least her second mother. We are all mothers to ALL of our children. Every child in this family has one. I interned as a massage therapist in college, so I've got some experience with it. My table is a couple years old and I'd like to replace it."Unconsciously, Ed found himself flexing his lower back. All this talk of massage was making him realize how tight his muscles were. He swiveled his chair back around to check on the Mac, which was about 80% complete."It's too bad you didn't get that new table today," he joked. "I could use a nice massage about now."Ed didn't hear Chrissy chuckle, so he. I closed the connection, printed out the pages,switched off the computer and we went into the kitchen."I suppose it's my turn to make the coffee?" You're the lady of the house, I'm just a guest," Karen said, grinning."Thank you, ma'am," I said, trying to curtsey in jeans.Karen fell about laughing. With tears rolling down her face, she cameover and kissed me on the cheek."You're precious, do you know that?" She said."Thanks again, Karen. Shall we look at the info we've gathered?"Sitting down on.