We were able to appoint/promote a number of deserving and competent people to command positions in the ISDF, so Verla, Ansa, Hasup, and I had less and...less to do in direct control of the fight on Inglet against the Bustols. Pretty soon, we Arklets could back off completely and let the Inglets handle their own defense.I was very proud of what we had been able to do, but I was completely ready to hand over the day to day operations to the native Inglets. My main concern had become one of helping. Everyone is gathering on the terrace, all friends of Giulia and Marco's Mum and Dad. The band have provided a DJ, and she's terrific, and as the Prosecco flows and spirits rise, the party is well underway by the time Gastone arrives.Gastone is an impressive looking man. I'm guessing late fifties, tall (for an Italian) and classically handsome. The kind of man you have seen many times on TV, in movies, that maverick cop perhaps, and he wears a moustache that looks like it belongs to him if you. "Feroth okhol kits khoray" (disgusting, what are you lot doing) I kissed her again on the lips when she slapped me Across the face. I looked her in her eyes and replied to her "ami dekhsi khala betar logi kita khorso" (I saw what you did with the black man). She was shocked. To which I said in bengali "sinta khoryo na amar kho reh khoytam nai. Ami zani tumi fel ekhta sow. Bowth din oygesi" (don't worry sasi we won't tell anyone, I know you want a dick inside you it's been a while) she replied. Still, even as the warm water washed relaxation into her, her thoughts slipped back to the whiffed toss of her clothes. She'd always been a ditz, but recently she'd been turning into a full-blown screw up. Going to the wrong buildings, thinking it's the wrong day of the week, even accidentally tipping a barista $100 instead of $10!The one allowance she'd give herself that wasn't her fault was spacing out in her Physics lecture. _That _was at the fault of Professor Belvadeer. Her Professor was.