Realizing that he was ok, Matt quickly pulled over to the side of the road, hitting his 4-ways, so someone coming from behind didn't get him. Stepping... out, he looked around, but he didn't hear any of the noises and general panic one would expect to hear if he had narrowly avoided an accident, or even the fainter sounds of panic from one happening on the other side of the freeway. With the fog being what it was, he couldn't even see across the meridian to the opposite direction. He began to. That just made me feel like I wanted to cry again. We watched my dad sleep for an hour before he stirred. As soon as his eyes opened, I launched myself at him, trying to hug my way inside him, repeating over and over how sorry I was.Surprisingly, he didn’t need confirmation that I still love him, like mom did. He understood that I was playing the part of the viscous dom trying to break a slave.“So was it everything you hoped it’d be?” Was his only question.I repeated how the experience left me. My only male relative."Iris hesitated."There is something else, Aunt Trudy ... Bill Frawnings is here in the city, he knows about dad being ill and came to hospital – he might still be here for all I know..." Oh?" Trudy looked at her sharply. "And what does he want – do you think, why are you so worried about that?" Well, he said pretty much what you just said, that we are women without a healthy male protector; that if word got out, well we could be seen as being vulnerable..."Trudy's eyes. .. the equivalent to your A, A, N... ?" The AANR; it's pronounced 'an-er'." Rose smiled.Farouk smiled back. "I know of it; before, both the FFN and AANR were members of the International Naturist Federation but AANR withdrew its membership a couple of years ago." Do you know anyone here, Mr ... Yacine?" Call me Farouq; it's easier to pronounce ... I was led to believe that a Mr. Jacques Le Bigot lived here?" I don't know a Mr. Le Bigot ... wait... ! Jacques... ! Do you mean Chef Jacques?" Well,.