Are any of you familiar with these stunners?"Pietor glanced at Andrei, who looked up to the ceiling and back down with sudden interest at a new hangna...l on his left index finger. Pietor waited for a long moment, cleared his throat, and spoke something in Russian to Andrei.The old man's head snapped up, and he blushed furiously -- an odd sight for such an old, rugged face -- and he nodded briskly in obedience to Pietor's obvious command."Da! Yes, Mr. Ambassador," Andrei stammered. "I was. She convinced my father that they should take the morning bus and return by the evening bus.That would give Rani and me at least 8 hours, more then enough time.As it was a college day, my parents did not ask us to come and so we escaped having to make excuses to them.I told Kamran that he was invited for lunch at my house next day. I didn't tell him that my parents would not be there. Surprise was the main charm of the plan.As planned, my parents left next morning by bus and I went to college. "He had made it easy. "I missed you too. I am unable to think clearly about anything but you. Please, dinner? Tomorrow night? Chez George?" On a Saturday night?" Um, they know me there. We'll get a nice table."Debbie had laughed when she told her. "A date, Mom? After three years? I thought you took vows. Is he nice?" Vicky had not even told Connie about the relationship that had already formed between she and Peter."We'll see dear. He seems nice." Shall I wait up for you, Mom?"He arrived in a. .. this ishow I would have looked!"He sank back into his chair, looking embarrassed."That's not the only thing, Christian."I looked up, my arms folded across my chest."It's like now, the way you are standing there."I looked down at myself, not sure what he was trying to say. He rolledhis eyes."Damn it, Christian! Whatever it did to me is stimulating me on thesubconscious as well as the conscious levels!"He buried his head into his folded arms, frustrated at my inability tounderstand him.