I looked at aunt Kate and tried not to laugh, yes sir I responded. Yes sir. You see that Kate he boomed. Kid knows how to respect someone like me. ...He looked at his watch and said he had to get going and carelessly set his coffee mug on the counter splashing the contents out. As he walked out of the kitchen he reminded aunt Kate about dinner at the club. Bring the kid, he said but make sure he looks decent. With that he left the house. Aunt Kate got up shaking her head. As she cleaned up. She only admitted the events to me a few years ago when we were talking about office parties.The sales director who ‘seduced’ her was about fifteen years older than us and it turned out that all of her department knew about what had happened even though I remained blissfully unaware until her confession. I now recount what she told me…~~~It was Christmas Eve, and on the walk back to the office to an impromptu party from a lunch where the wine had flowed, her supervisor warned her not to be. Kiyone bristled slightly under the admonishment. Perhaps, she was talking 'out of turn', 'beneath her 'station' and so on. Under any other conceivable situation. The queen's bit of reminiscing about 'things' which everybody damn well already knew about was lovingly caressing the covering on her last nerve!"It is not something I would expect the likes of you, to understand!" Funaho sniffed, regarding Key coldly. "Not being granted virtual immortality as we." She paused, eyes growing ever. Our final game against Detroit was in the afternoon, so the evening was free. When Sandy once again didn't answer her phone in person, I drove out there. It was only 5:30 p.m. when I knocked on her door.Sandy didn't seem too surprised to see me."Hey, Sandy! I've got you an airline ticket, here, to Boston!" I haven't agreed to go to Boston, Josh. You know that." That's why I'm here -- to give you your ticket and to beg you to go. Sandy, I've gotten a hit every night you've been at the ballpark.