No one had started in on their coffee as of yet. Meanwhile, Miranda was drowning her coffee with multiple packets of sugar and multiple packets of cre...m. She was slurping it down like an uncivilized cretin. It was like being under a spotlight. There were three pairs of eyes on Miranda. Jackson watched Miranda while he watched his mother. Jackson wanted to know what his mother thought of Miranda. He wanted to know if Miranda’s display of ignorance had offended her in any way. Jackson’s father. If I feel sorry? Yes, I am sorry and yes I value my friendship with Georgia more than a day of great sex"."Am I supposed to tell Georgia all that?" He was being ironic trying to piss her off, trying to evoke some kind of emotion from her, any kind of emotion."No. I told you before. What you do with her is your business. I don't want to be a part of it". She was ready to leave now and was standing closer to the door."What do you want Angela? Do you want me to stop you?" Is that what you think?. Annabel lay peacefully sleeping on her side, her long straight brown hair curled behind one of her ears her arms wrapped partially about her upper body. Sarah smiled to herself, as she walked over towards the bed and picked up the half full but now dead cold hot chocolate, and slipped out of Annabel’s room, humming softly as she headed down to the Nurse’s station collecting her empty mug, she went back to the elevator, and hit the button. ‘Ting.’ The elevator doors opened slowly, and Sarah. I felt that my flirting worked to break that barrier of aunt and nephew and get closer to her.One morning I couldn’t wait anymore. I hid in a big drum in the bathroom waiting for her to come and bath. The drum had water and was covered with a cap. I went in it and removed the water up to my neck level and closed the lid partially. I made sure that I can watch her through the little gap.She came into the bathroom and closed the door. She removed her saree and kept it aside. She undid her blouse.