. if you must,” I said.The door opens ... the light comes on ... the door shuts.A squeak from Alice.I am not alone.“Good evening, Alice.” A nice...deep baritone.Squeak“Alice ... this is ... What did you say your name is?”“Legion,” he said, followed by, “Pater would have his little joke.”I remembered, “That’s not what you said, Leon.”He had the courtesy to blush.“Ma’ma was notorious ... Daddy assumed ... DNA proved him wrong.”“And...?” I made the tell me more motion.“During the divorce, Ma’ma. ?What admirable mannersyou have, Brian.?Brian blushed at this, smiling to the large-breasted debutante in thetight white dress. ?Thank you.??Well, it?s like this, Brian,? Judith explained. ?Do you knowanything about a concept called the IP address??Brian slowly nodded. ?I know a little something about it. Internetthing, right??Judith nodded. ?That?s right. On a chat program like Speakabout,every user has an IP address. With certain programs, IP addresses canbe traced to certain computers.. Mera mail id hai chalo story pe ate hai ye 6 months pehle hua tha me aur me aunty ek he building me rehte hai woh 2nd floor pe aur me 6th me rehte hai me jab bhi aunty ko dekhta hu toh mujhe bohut acha lagta hai aise hi ek baar me lift me jaraha hi tha toh piche se awaj ayi ki please wait for me karke toh mein dekha toh aunty thi bohut mast lag rahi aur punjabi suit pehni hui thi kya dikh rahi thi yaar phir me ruk gaya aur hum dono lift me aye me aunty ko hello kiyaaur unko puncha konsa floor. Where are you having lunch with these businesswomen?”I told him and then asked how many would be coming with him? I could get a table moved over for them.You can think what you want, but you will find that I can do it.The waiter got the manager for me, and I explained what I needed.“David, it would be our pleasure to add more to your party. I will have someone get it done right now,” he told me.“You recently turned eighteen, and they treat you like you own this place. Not like your daddy owns.