"Dan" my father called, "We have arranged the holidays, and we are all booked to go to a Villa in Spain . Us, and your Aunt Laura, Uncle Gerry and the...ir girls, and your Aunt Lana and Debbie"My stomach did and excited back flip. My Aunt Laura and my Mom in bikini's, and my Mom's sexy older sister, Lana, and her daughter Debbie too. All this time, my Mom was looking at me with a wide smile, but with something else behind those pretty brown eyes. "That sounds great" I replied enthusiastically."Do. You must remove all your clothes immediately.Reluctantly you do so. You undress inside your car.Then I tell you to leave your car and walk into the open doorway next to your car.You see the door to flat nearest you open.Even though its 2 am you nervously step out of your car wearing nothing and clutching your car keys. You quickly dash for the open doorway just a few metres away. When you enter the darkened flat you are blinded by the darkness.The door closes behind you and the flat plunges. He was silent. Before him were the noises of freedom. Each birdcall, each dog's howl, and each child's cry seduced his torn mind. From behind him came the voice of oppression. Whereas once he had held it to be the kindest chirp in existence it now grated against his nerves with the force of a metal brush. "Jack," the voice, warbled, "You're really starting to scare me now." It paused to suck air into its lungs. "Come on inside now. Please." I loved her once, Jack thought, but Goddamn if he did. "How about Rebecca?" Hilarious!" I retort, making Stuart- and, even better, our newdaughter- laugh. "And no 'Emma' either." And DEFINITELY not 'Claire'," Stuart says, earning a sympathetic smilefrom me. "Gah, why didn't we discuss this earlier? Not like we didn'thave months to think about it..." There- there is one name," I say hesitantly as memories of the past fewmonths come rushing back to me. "Though feel free to say no..." What is it?" Stuart asks."It's- it's your dead middle name," I.