I knew they can’t afford a second heart attack.So the next day, on the occasion of Bhai dooj, when my house was flooded with relatives, Khushi calle... me at her house. “Okay, I will not tell anything to anyone and I am really sorry for the slap but please delete the video.” her mother said to me. “Khushi can you tell me where is the ball?” I asked with the sinister smile.Khushi: What? ball?Me: Well it’s in my court!Her mother got confused. “Don’t worry, I will not show this video to your father. There were seven other pumps that she could be at, all of them unoccupied. He’d had no idea that he was tying up her personal favorite. It was more important to him to remember all of the details. He’d hurried once at a gas stop to be considerate, and later found that he’d ridden 30 miles without having done up the chinstrap on his helmet. She backed up, and drove around him making a point of trying to inconvenience him by doing her best to block his exit. She got out, and did her thing while. Hell, they had been online looking; she should know. Plus I didn’t know what she got in her settlement, either. Maybe she was going to shoot for the moon, and get them an RV, just to make Robby happy.“No. Robby and I like the very same one as our favorite of all, and we’re determined to get what we want this time. Last time, we were talked into the small one we had; but now it’s our turn to decide. With your help and advice, that is,” she smiled, and leaned over to kiss me on the cheek.Hell, I. “It is part of the family friendly door greeting service.”“Well if it is included with the service, I would not want to insult the service or the owners of this fine establishment.”“Ok, Dara. Do your duty.”“Ok mom.”Dara put her arms back around me and gave me a searing French kiss as she rubbed herself against me.“This door service better get over fast, I have a hot date.” Lynn was tapping her foot.Dara took the clue and let me go.“Paul O’Dell, you better be nice to my mom. She loves you. I.