"A woman doesn't sweat, she perspires," Aunt Edwina corrected me."I have never played badminton against such a competitive woman!" saidBrian. "Your A...nt almost beat me."We knew that Dad could have beaten him, but as Aunt Edwina she had madean effort to appear more feminine and to be struggling against a man.Her tactic was to arrive late at shots so she would have to spin round,in order to distract him so that he would think he was losing pointsbecause of Aunt Edwina's g string rather than. I put on my white stockings and sussies with a matching white bra and lacey panties that had red trim. He had requested all of that so I knew he would love it. On top of that I had a short frilly skirt that I loved to wear and a vest top. It wasnt quite what he had asked for but it was the best that I could do. I was just ready when I heard the knock at the front door followed by a txt saying it was him as we agreed. I had a huge smile on my face as I opened the door and let him in. He stood. Perhaps in time, her grief would subside and her spirits lift. As far as he could tell, she hadn't been as impressed by the sheer scale of the newly found cosmos unfolding before them, unlike himself who spent hours gazing at the projection screen of what amounded to the ship's bridge.Hilderich had been busy resting most of the time at first, but he did spend some time with the machine, which naturally saw to the daily routine of maintaining the ship, checking and plotting their course, as well. When they shook hands, I noticed that what looked like a €100 bill exchanged hands.We were quickly seated side-by-side in a choicely located booth, per Hans’ request.After we were settled, the waiter appeared at our side, put menus down in front of us, and asked if we would like an aperitif. I started to say no, but Hans interrupted me and said, “Please. I will have an Urquell Pilsner, and the fraulein will have a Tio Pepe sherry.” The waiter bowed and hurried away.I had intended to avoid.