“So you’re the woman that my Cousin Mike is going to marry,” Tripp said ignoring Jim’s comment.“Cousin Mike? Marry?” Melinda asked. “Are...you talking about Mike O’Connor?”“Yes.”“You’re related to Mike O’Connor?” Melinda asked in shock.“Mike says that you are a smart woman. I think he said that your IQ is in the upper one percentile. You got your doctorate from Carnegie-Mellon at the age of twenty-four. Mike really appreciates a woman with brains,” Tripp answered.“He’s an asshole,” Melinda said. “Yes, can’t you hear him? Atady, I mean daddy, he is singing! At first, I also couldn’t hear him, but Ghania taught me how to listen. You have to close your eyes and think of daddy, but really hard, and then you can hear him singing. It’s a strange song and I don’t understand the words, but it’s beautiful. Ghania told me it’s a very, very old song. Older than this world, and even older than the stars, and that’s why I don’t know the words,” she told her smiling brightly.Menja grabbed her hands. The liquid came in 10ml vials so that was how many vials of the clear, odourless liquid I added to mother in law's bedtime milk.Now all I had to do was wait for mother in law to drink her milk and go to sleep. I was so impatient as I heard her visit the bathroom and clatter round in her pre-bed routine. Finally it all went quiet. I imagined her drinking her milk, setting the mug down on the bedside table. I knew it took the d**g 10 minutes to take effect and it was agonising watching the clock. V. set. Her hands started to move over the surface of my face messaging the oil in. Her touch along with the slippery oil on my skin was almost electric. She told me to keep my eyes closed so she could cover the eyelids. Her hands moved under my chin, down my neck and then back up under my ears. WOW! did that ever feel wonderful. I didn't know the back of my neck and behind my ears was so sensitive but I do now and so did she because a small moan escaped...I couldn't help it. "You ok?".