Like the adults we were both drunk when I realised she was notably absent having gone to the bathroom a while ago.I found her slumped in an armchair a...d shook her shoulder to wake her up. No response at all. Nervous that we would be busted for stealing alcohol I tried harder, still no response. My brain engaged as I realised the potential opportunity.I assessed the situation concluding that I was relatively safe this being the part of the house where the family lived. Drinks party guests were. And so I found myself sitting in the cool of the cellars of Chateau Rombault talking to Pierre’s father. He would have been around fifty years old and had that leathery face of a man who spent most of his life under the hot sun. ‘Pierre tells me that you disagree with our methods.’ ‘Yes Sir, I do.’ ‘What experience do you have that allows you to comment, have you made wine yourself?’ ‘Yes, in fact I have. My father allowed me to make wine for the past two years from the vineyard that he planted. Di..di…go…..eta ki….oooffff…sala ei tuku cheler eto baro bara ? Tar sange eto baro baro bichi…..mairi bolchi didi eto baro bara ami jibone dekhini.Ei bole ramala amar bichi duto thali samet chatkate arambha korlo. Amar jhola bichi du hate niye chatkate chatkate kakimake ballo – iss didi dekho bokachodar bichite ekhono chul beroi ni, ki sundor lal ranger thalita.Ka : magi tui or bichi chuse kha ar ami tor dobka mana tipi. Uuff….Sali ki mana tor….uummmhhh…..tipe ki aram……Ra :. The bedroom was on the second floor so the couple didn’t have upstairs or downstairs neighbors. Otherwise, they would have received noise complaints nearly every night. Sandra cradled Lana’s head in her lap. “Hold my hand,” she gently told the blonde. “He’s going to make you come pretty hard.” Lana grasped Sandra’s palm weakly. Her manner felt calm and compassionate, like a big sister comforting her younger sibling. Though the women had just met, Sandra understood the emotional aspect of female.