He calmed his nerves reminding himself that he didn't really give a fuck what any of these people thought of him.After finishing his first coffee and ...ordering another he checked his phone to see that the agreed upon meeting time was nearly there. Just as he was checking a text arrived from Patrick.Patrick: Hey, just arrived, are you here, or have you gotten too nervous on me? Lol.Eric: I'm here, just in the back corner, you'll see me.Eric looked up to see Patrick round the corner and smile as. She looked fit, although she had regained some of the weight she had lost prior to the accident. The white tank top she wore hugged her still-full breasts, and was inticingly wet with perspiration. She had a pair of yellow satin shorts on which highlighted her full ass and hips, and a pair of white tennis shoes. We chatted for a bit about the heat, and she told me that it didn't bother her because taking the meds at bedtime totally knocked her out for at least ten hours. I joked that she might. Then, "Your mother changed her name after the ... when we were in foster care. Things were very difficult for us then. People thought we carried some kind of curse. We were in boarding school for some years, and when we came back we didn't talk much about who she was."Ramona joined in, having something now she could talk about."He didn't care. About our name, I mean. I wanted to forget everything. We went first to a place that was horrible, and they wouldn't let me see Robert. I hated that. It was on November 5th traditionally Guy Fawkes night when tragedy struck again. It was dark at about 4.00pm and I was staying in the City and did not go home. A land mine demolished our street in East London and my mother my sister and my beloved Beanie together with her mother and her grandparents were all killed. The local police knowing where I worked, phoned the news through to the Professor. I was stunned, in such a short period I had lost all my family and there could be no funeral for.