Becca pulled away, and looked fondly at her beautiful mother, whose eyes were bright with the prospect of Jonathon's return, and a long, erotic evenin... with her husband and lover. She whispered "Night, Mum, I know you'll have a lovely evening", congratulating herself on her timing. She was still treated as the baby in the family. Getting away like this on a weeknight was a rare treat.She threw on her dancing skirt, that came almost to her knees but was split on both sides to allow for energetic. ”“Cheers,” she replied and sipped from her glass. “Oh, Eric -- this is really good. I get the peppery note of the rye but the cognac smoothes it out. It’s so smooth and it goes down without any fire. How did you come up with this?”“I have a book on classic cocktails,” I replied. “Classic being from the mid nineteenth century up to prohibition. This mix also make for a spectacular mint julep.”“I’ll bet it does.” Helen took the cherry from her glass. Holding the stem she plucked the fruit from it. She sipped at her wine and in the distance noticed a man looking in her direction, the man walked towards the bar where Daisy was sitting, she was struck by his confidence as he walked by, then she remembered they had once met not so long ago in the same bar, yes his name is Aaron she recalled to herself, Aaron come out from the bar with an ice cold lager, he then noticed Daisy looking at him, 'Hi said Aaron, how are you Daisy ? would you like a drink ? Daisy declined the drink, but stood up. Kamrao…..ooohhh…..ki aram….Ka : oohhh…..ei bhabe saie saie chod…..uuuffff…..katodin pore chodon kachhi… aaahhhhh……babu……tui chude amake mere phel….amar pet kore de……..Ami : ooohhh…..magi…ki tight gud tor….ooooohhh….Sali tor bhatar ki chodeni toke……uuufff…magoooo…aaahhh……ah…..Ka : bokachoda tor bara amar bhatarer thke anek bara ar mota….ooh….gud ta puro bhore geche…..barata kote darun gasha kachhe…..ooohhh….oh….oh… gud ta sur sur korche…..sssiiiiiii…..aaahhhhhh……ooohhhh….sala tor jhola bichi.