A few weeks later Lena was well on the mend; her bruises had almost disappeared and the stitches that had sewn up the wound in her leg had been removed. Her wrists and ankles were stiff though, and would always carry scars to remind her of her crucifixion.

My daughter was starting to walk again without crutches, and now had the whole arena to use when doing her weekly execution routines at the funfair.

All of us were sitting on the couch watching TV when my wife cuddled up to Lena.

“So, hubby and I were wondering if you’d like to have some fun with us tonight?” she asked Lena, gently.

“I’d like that,” replied Lena, and she smiled coyly as she got up and left the room.

A few moments later my wife and I glanced at each other and got up to leave too.

As we got to the door my daughter coughed and I turned around.

“I’d like to have some fun with Lena too,” she said, grinning.

“So would I!” said my son.

“Come on then kids,” I said, and they followed us to our bedroom.

What a family, I thought. This will be a night to remember!