He held up a jar of pickles and looked at it.Chom said, “I forgot. She hates him.”“Hey!” Sean’s mother said. “I don’t hate him.”“You...could have fooled me,” Pip said. He opened the jar of pickles and smelled the contents.“He’s my baby boy. I love him,” Sean’s mother said.“She does care for him,” Pip said drinking the juice in the pickle jar. He belched.“That makes him a good hostage,” Clea said.“Grab him,” Chom shouted.“Grab who?” Sean asked looking around wildly.Ten minutes later, Chom was. But the basic personalities involved could make short work of it if you knew the secrets.I opened the barn door wide and gave out my loudest whistle. Jughead was immediately on his feet and heading towards his breakfast. Jughead was never a problem when he knew food was involved.Next was Margarite. She was an easy touch. Mainly because she knew I had her butterscotch treat waiting for her.The problem child, however, was Guunar. I don’t know if it was an effort to claim dominance or just plain. ”Diane gave me a quick hug and a peck on the cheek, “Now go find that hunk of a husband before I decide I want a turn around the park with him.”Both Tina and she laughed at what must have been the look on my face. I saw Tommy with his back to me and ran up behind and jumped on him. He instinctively caught my legs and held me in a piggyback while he carried on talking to Luke.“That reminds me of something,” I heard Tina say.“God, that was over twenty years ago. One hell of a New Year that one. Mein use dekh raha tha aur woh mujhse aankhen chura rahi thi. Maine puch.”Vini, teri tabiyat toh thek hai na?” Usne kaha,”Bhai thoda sa kamar mein dard hai” Maine kaha toh let jaa mein massage kar deta hoon. Woh boli nahi bhai theek ho jayega apne aap. Maine kaha ki aise theek nahi hoga mein theek kar deta hoon. Pehle toh usne Na kaha par phir mann gayi.Main use ulta let jane ko kaha. Woh bed pe ulta let gayi. Use apne hath apne side mein kar rakhe the. Phir maine use massage dena shuru kiya..