He narrates me this storywhen i cought him at the time of intercourse with his step mom. Now i try to narrate in english for your conveyniance. Karuny...a my parents were divorced when i was 12, and my mother got custody (i guess my dad was only too pleased). My mother insisted that i maintain good relations with him, and he used to visit at least once a week. It was just after my 17th b’day that my dad came home and told us that he was getting married again, and he wanted to have it on my 18th. What’s up, Fred? He said, “Have a seat and a drink boys.” We sat; it was obviously an order. Fred swished his brandy around in his glass, it looked like he was trying to make a decision. Finally, his broke his gaze with the brandy and looked at us. “Look guys, I’m sorry”, he said. Tim and I looked at each other, I asked Fred, what are you sorry about?Fred took a pretty big hit of the brandy. I think he was buying time to organize his thoughts. “I was mad at you guys because of last weekend” he. " No it's not but the reason is that, despite the discount you have given us, your beer, which we're bound to buy, is £45 more a barrel than if I was a free house." So?" I have to compete with the Featherstone Arms two miles down the road. That is a free house. My beer is three pence a pint more expensive than his but my patrons are prepared to pay that because the varieties of beer Venture provides are good. There's no doubt about that." What do you charge a pint?" Two ninety." That's not bad. However, there was something about that silhouette that was strangely familiar. Alan had a feeling that this person wasn't a stranger after all. To add to the mystery, the woman seemed to have frozen in her tracks and was staring back towards him.And then it hit him. Upon closer inspection, there was enough light for Alan to see the woman had long blonde hair, was wearing a bikini, and had two triangular shapes of curly hair hanging down her front. The bikini threw him off at first, but he.