The conversation went back to generalities while I wondered whether my mother was simply pretending nothing had happened or if she'd been so drunk she...didn't remember any of it. It wasn't long before we'd finished breakfast and while my mother cleared up Ray and I went into the living room to make a start on moving the furniture back to where it had been before the party."I don't think my mother remembers last night." I commented to my cousin as we shifted the couch."What makes you think that?". Ravi returned to the settee and handed pushpa her glass. She took a mouthful and said “my god! How much whisky did you put in this?”. “sorry, amma!” was all ravi said before bolting the entire contents of his drink down his throat, causing him to splutter. “silly! You shouldn’t drink it like that!” pushpa said. They continued talking and the conversation came round to my brother-in-law. At length, ravi started going on about how badly his father treated her and that it wasn’t right. Pushpa only. . and didn't need any help.Sierra got off of her horse and tied her to a railing near some grass that she could nibble on while Sierra put in another day's work. She had come out alone herself because most of the ranch hands had gone into town to attend a rodeo. Dustin had said something about going with them so that left only her to work on the stable.The day wore hot and she felt the sweat breaking on her brow and the back of her neck beneath her shirt. The smell of fresh paint still. “Great, now take your shirt off, give it to me, and put this on.” Brian handed her the Collar after turning it on, which she set in her lap before stripping off her T-shirt without a problem at all. It was nice and warm in his car with the window back up. This was a nice car, a Mercedes, and she had no doubts he had the money, because of the way he was dressed and, well, just his attitude. She could smell the money on him, almost. An easy mark. The fact that he had so casually tossed her shirt.