Bamboozled by a Trollop
Since father’s demise the estate was mine, as eldest, and only, son. Mother knew that if I were to die without issue then the estate would pass to uncle Norman and she really hated him and he reciprocated with equal hatred and loathing. Without consulting me she had arranged a pic nic in our garden for some of her obnoxious so called friends and their equally awful daughters. I remonstrated with her but she retorted. “You must find a nice girl settle down and produce an heir,” she raged,...