George must have ducked behind the table by the time we recovered. Trolley carts clogged the spaces between the tables and the ovens, while bags of fl...ur were stacked on the central table. He had tied electrical cords together, stringing them over the carts and bags to form an additional obstacle. I still wonder how he cut the cords without electrocuting himself.I repeated “George, George,” several times. “We’re just hospital workers. We’re just here to take you back to your room so you can. I did likewise, then took her snifter and mine, refilled both of them and handed hers back to her. ‘Are you trying to get your old s****r-in-law tipsy, young man?’ an impish smile accompanied that question. ‘I wouldn’t call you ‘old’ by any standards. Like this brandy, you’re at an age where the best of you shines through.’ I held my snifter towards her as I said that. Things were apparently moving a little too fast for her because she sipped at her refill and started asking me about. I might stink…”“Please, no maa” Dev interrupted.”Don’t”Priya giggled, but she was nervous inside.“You know mom…you might be nervous…” Dev intoned as the parked the car.Priya was surprised. They together took the stuffs from the car and put them in the storeroom.Priya was silent.“Don’t you want to know what MY surprise is” Dev asked.He took out a bottle of wine and handed it to Priya. Smiling Priya ran her fingers through the label.“Where did you manage to get this from, young man?”“While you. But he is ! He is naked in an alleyway near his mother's place in New Haven. The alcove near the fireplace is like a small alley doorway. In the dim light he has a grip on the hair of a light skinned brunette with smallish breasts and a small tuft of black under her belly button. He is lifting her skirt up as she fights to keep it down, with the other hand he has pulled down her back zipper, her bra strap and pulled her panties till they have ripped in his hands, as he chuckles, pleased with.