We have to do WHAT?

"No, when Camille has moved out I will no doubt find another girl to enjoy, I won't change, but you have opened up a world I didn't know was there."

Blanche came out onto the patio to tell us she had cleared away the dishes, and was leaving, but that our Mother Barbara was still asleep and feeling under the weather, she would talk to each of us in the next day or so.

So, we packed our cases and loaded them into our cars. We enjoyed a long kiss and agreed to talk at the end of the week, and then set off for our homes.

Barbara looked around the bedroom curtains as the two cars departed, then she scurried across to a small cupboard, and took out several small remote hard drives from the hidden recorders. She walked into her small study and switched on the editing machine and began to scroll through the images.

She opened a new file and labelled it 'FIFTY' and began to transfer choice shots of her big breasted daughter and well-hung son for her endless pleasure.

EPILOGUE

It all happened very quickly. I gave notice on my job, and they were typically indifferent. I banked the money and traded my old Mazda for a two-year-old Mercedes soft top. The bank then promptly promoted me to a better account, but I resisted their offers of a review.

Alice phoned to tell me that she had split with Camille, as soon as she offered to buy her out, she moved in with two other girls who had a big apartment in Chelsea. She had likewise banked her money and told me that the Belgian account was holding nearly two million euros. She suggested we moved it to a better account in Geneva, but we would both have to fly over to sign forms. I was happy with that. Then she asked if I was going to stay in Manchester. I replied that I was unsure, and she told me that a nice apartment in her block was for sale at a distressed price - did I want to move to London, we could buy the place with some of the Belgian money and still have plenty left. I said go for it, and whilst we were in Geneva, I needed to do some research for a few days on a book location. She replied promptly:

"Do you want to hire an interpreter with fluent French, long legs, big tits and a nice smile?

Mais Oui!