They suggested we go home as nothing could be done that night, which we did. Weeks past, dad finally came home and convalescing for a few weeks before... restarting work as a driver of a van delivering building and plumbing parts, mostly small items luckily. In all outward respects he was the same old dad, still capable of a day`s work and looking fit if a little older. Each day he rode that newly re tanked bike the 7 miles to work each day, we, living in the sticks with an old detached cottage. "How many of you have had sexual thoughts about your mum." To Jeremy's surprise everyone put their hands up at once, without even looking at each other."Good," Jeremy smiled. But Brian wasn't convinced."Ok, so some of us jack off to thinking about out mums, that doesn't prove a thing." Benny, Daniel and Bobby grinned at each other, 'wrong thing to say' all three thought.Jeremy proceeded, as he knew he would have to and he would lead them from one revelation to the next, and by the time he was. I know I should have done the right thing right then: retrieve my hand, push my seat back and say those well rehearsed words: I’m sorry, Charles. It was nice seeing you again, really. But I’m getting married soon and can’t be seen around you again. Please take care of yourself ... and don’t call me anymore. I should have said all that and more. Except I didn’t; I couldn’t. Right there and then, I threw whatever hindrance I’d built in my mind concerning him. “How about I show you some recent. 'Please take a seat, sir. Señora Mercedes is expecting you.' Señora Mercedes? I trekked back across the lobby and sank into an armchair. I caught a glimpse of myself in a mirror: well-ironed shirt and chinos, courtesy of Elena; gleaming shoes; executive briefcase. The haircut didn't look so bad this morning. Maybe it was growing on me. Heels sounded on the tiles behind me and I twisted round. The sleepy beauty.'Alex, so nice to see you again.' We kissed like gladiators saluting. 'I hope you.