One professor apparently drank his supper before the concert. He approached Karen and me. Without any reason, he said, “If you don’t appreciate Mo...art, you shouldn’t attend concerts” He was going to poke Karen’s breast with his finger. I quickly got in front of her and he poked me instead.I responded. “Sir, if you can’t be sober for a concert, perhaps you shouldn’t attend.”I don’t think he appreciated my comment but he also lost the staring contest and walked away. I didn’t want to start. MIL came and sat next to me and started talking about the marriage function, etc. – both boy and girl are known to us. I joined the discussion – Honestly, I always had a BAD EYE on her – her assets are good (I wouldn’t say very great).While talking, she was casually touching my thighs, shoulder and all. You can understand the tiredness. Due to tiredness, I slept off! May be, after half an hour, when I woke up, I was sleeping in MIL’s lap and she was holding my head – she too looked sleeping. I. So I go there. I see. Is the oil warm enough? Mmm-hmmm. Feels really good. We chatted lightly for the next 20 minutes of her hour session when I finished with her back and shoulders and moved to her legs. Violet crossed her arms up under her head. I noticed the chipping nail polish. She was ready to be a woman but still careless in her youth. I wondered how old she was, what grade she was in. I figured with that body at least a sophmore, but god knows that school had grades from 6 all the way. Apparently seeing all of the happy folk at the reunion talking about their families had made her feel inadequate again. Being successful, making money and working with celebrities was now of lesser significance to having a good spouse, a happy home and a flock of children to adore. At least in her mind, anyway.By the time she started to cry about 'choices in life' I decided that she'd had enough to drink and that it was time to get her upstairs to her room. Kathy had belonged to several.