OOC: From our fearless leader Beau whose internet just booted him off of MC.
Narration: Within Father, the kicking against his side along with the image of the beautifull italian reawakened a memory from...way back when he had been a secret agent, trained by his Mother, and planted to uncover the secrets of the intelligent Itialian dancer who had later had him chained up and kicked while he told his secrets...of course, that was before...er...before.
But suffice to say...a mutual shareing of secrets came out of that meeting and, later, after they had traded secrets from their governments for many monthes (about nine) a baby was born...then Parker left, headed to the sea...
...but now, with the image and the rib-kicking, he was back.
Father/Parker: *leaps to feet, grabbing part of a broken paving slab, catching Mother by the shoulders and spinning her into him so that her neck is pressed against his elbow* Vanessa, sweetie, duck, things could get ugly.