I'd shared with her that fractionary moment as our eyes briefly locked, a thousand words spoken between us at once. But oddly enough, I saw a smile on...her face just before she did roll over looking at our parents and then laughed, giggling hysterically.When she did that, it afforded me the moment to look down at myself, only then feeling what had apparently been my continued climax though after the first squirt I'd pretty much lost all sense of the fact that I was.I didn't even know it was. . and Mango Pudding. Heaven in a bowl.On the Buffet:• Homemade cheese fritters.• Chicken marinated with spices and saffron, then steam-cooked with basmati.• Boneless white chicken sautéed with fresh onions and bell peppers.• Chick peas and diced potatoes cooked in the popular Punjabi style.• Eggplant cooked with green peas, fresh tomatoes, onions, ginger and garlic.• Homemade cheese cooked Indian and Chinese style.• Home made cheese sautéed with onion, garlic and tomatoes.• Home made cheese. I open my eyes and find an attractive man looking at me with concern. “Are you going to be alright?” He asks. “Yes, I’m sorry. Just a little on edge.” I say quickly with a smile. “Let me get you something to ease those nerves when we take off.” He offers. I hesitate a moment and then realize John would love if I did. A few drinks later I learn that his name was Mark and he lived in Indiana and was visiting family in California. Unfortunately, I can’t hold my liquor and spilled my guts about. I offered to drive her, but she knew how much I hated shopping and told me she would be fine.And I knew she would. She was a very careful driver.What I had not expected was that a drunk driver would cross over into her lane, and hit her head-on.If only ... If only ... If only I had insisted on driving her, I kept torturing myself with the thought that with my experience I could have avoided the wreck.The other driver was dead, and she almost was.They had told me that the surgery would take at.