I’m going to be back here at Christmas, but I will be staying with the girls. I will have time to see you, but if it’s awkward or creates problems..., don’t feel compelled to honor my invitation.”Sally got a pen from my desk and wrote down an email and Skype address. “I’ve created these so we can talk, Clive doesn’t know about them. It would be wise to send us the occasional ‘having a nice time mail’ to our old one.”I looked at her, “We’ve never gone behind his back before! It doesn’t feel right,. I was really shocked to hear those things.He: sorry dear… We are really sorry…She: it’s k leave about that.And we thought everything is over. We started speaking as usual, we enjoyed the evening, had lots of fun and finally returned to home.That day evening, I texted in our WhatsApp group. The chat was as usual and suddenly she started the topic.She: Guys please tell me the truth, why you people felt like that. What made you feel like that.Me: you are the best friend to us dear but more over. "Here let me have your bag," he said taking my handbag from my limp fingers."So Jenny of 21 Station View," he said reading a envelope he had found, "it's so nice to see you again and I bet the rest of the lad will be glad too. Now if I can find your telephone number in here, I'll give you a ring sometime." Please no," I said.He held my mobile phone and was looking through its menu for the number."Ahh, there we are," he said, "good home number too."And he wrote them down on the side of his. The head was bent by many years in the desert and the confused greasy hair hung in strands in his face. The elaborate tattoos on his body also distinguished him as a barbarian from the icy north. The old man laboriously fell to his knees and bowed to the stranger who looked at him with dignity.The old man breathed proudly "HAIL YOU, Peter, King of the Spiders"."Rise, brother! My kingdom has fallen! Destroyed by the goblins of the green skin tribe." Said the former king and held out his hand to.