.”“$40 to 50 thousand each, Steven – I wouldn’t doubt if people who have your father’s work - wouldn’t want ‘something from the son!’ ...hat’s under here?” he said approaching the magic canvass.“Under there, it is an ‘Acrylic’ painting of ‘Jim Knox, ‘“ I said hoping it heard me under the cover.I directed him to look at my father’s unfinished work, while the goings on hopefully occurred under the sheet. After Pat was thoroughly impressed, I took off the cover and a beautiful rendition of my Dad. Having caught him off-guard, he scurried back.“I want you to do something else. Angela is going to go to the Ladies Room. Wait outside for her. While she is in there, she is going to arouse herself to transfer her scent freshly to her panties. When she has completed that, she’ll remove them, hand them to you, and leave the restroom. Both of you will then return to my table. You will then hand her panties to me. Understand?”“Yes, Christopher,” he said dutifully. It was given that Angela and I. “He’s sort of straining, mumbling, he’s staring but I don’t think he can see anything.”“What does his face look like?”“Sort of lop-sided.”“It sounds like a stroke. Just be with him, talk to him, soothe him. You did the right thing; there’s nothing else you can do. He needs to be in hospital within an hour.”“The ambulance is here. Thanks.”The call ended abruptly, at which John was not surprised. What he half-expected was a follow up call giving an update on Peter’s condition, but when none came. Before Linda sat down she took off her jacket to reveal what she was wearing. A white dress which was loose and nearlt transparent revealing her matching white white underwear. Sarah commented that they both seemed to have been shopping for new outfits. They chatted some more and had a drink before Sarah said she had to make a phone call. She was only gone for a couple of minutes and was clearly excited when she came back. Linda asked what she was so excited about. Sarah said they should go to.