"How did that take place?" Don't give me that sanctimonious look. After your escapades and those of my son Bertie over the years, I'm entitled. John w...s my faithful and non-sexual companion. I discovered he could make me laugh and look at life differently. One day jokingly, I asked him, John, what does a Scotsman wear under his kilt? He answered, 'Majesty, I can't tell you that.' I ordered him to show me. When I saw what I saw, I said, 'That's gruesome!' His answer clinched it, he said, 'Aye,. . very fine and go fuck yourself very much."Hi Professor." It was Brian speaking and although he only sounded a little mellow I could see that he was holding onto the table so he didn't list to one side."Good evening Mr. Assistant Editor, good to see you too." Why the hell... hic... do they call you The Professor Sam?"It was the last of the drinking triad, Lisa, asking the question. Actually all the guys in the newsroom knew my nickname was 'The Professor, ' but only a handful actually knew. Baat 3 din pehle ki hai bhaiya ko apne business ke silsiley meh pune jana pada aur bhabhi v unke sath jana chahti thi par bhaiya ne manaa kar diya ye keh ki woh toh kaam hin busy rahenge unko ghuma ni payenge aur bole ki mai wapas aaung fir Shimla chalet hain. Bhai ka 3 day ka trip tah, bhabhi thodi dukhi hue. Mai bhaiya ko chorney Chandigarh airport gaya ,rastey mej=h bhai ne bola vinay apni bhabhi ka khayal rakhna ,maine bola koi baat ni big b.Fir mai wapas aaya toh dekha bhabhi avi v naraj. The flickering firelight, her husband’s low voice, and the story contented her as nothing else she’d tried had done. Lulled by the story and her husband’s sweet gesture, she found herself truly happy for the first time since finding out that they wouldn’t be able to go home for Christmas- found herself thinking that maybe she was home after all. ‘Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night,’ he ended, as he closed the book. ‘A pretty good story,’ he remarked. ‘Nice holiday entertainment..