He hadn't bothered with seasonings yesterday.Next he got out his block of chocolate and shaved some off with with his knife into his tin pot, added a ...it of small maple sugar pieces and then scraped some cinnamon from a stick of it. All went into the tin pot. When the water in the kettle was really hot, Gabe poured some in the pot and stirred it with a small silver spoon. He hung the tin pot on the crane to heat the contents to a boil. When done, he let it cool a little, then poured part of it. Much better than a real job.We survived the forty-eight hours before the main event after sweating through the numerous pre-parties, where the most difficult job was trying to empty the glasses before the most generous host could refill them, then walking to the next party, only to repeat the chore of keeping the glasses empty, taking pictures all the while. I bless the folks who invented auto-focus.(Sorry if I tend to stray from the point of the tale, but I cannot say enough about the. Thanks a lot for your overwhelming responses for my previous posts.This incident is between me and my teacher. Let me know your comments at I was in my 9th class when I got chance to do the ulitmate thing with my teacher. I was studying in st josephs educational institutions in Hyderabad. It is a very big school with class rooms, play grounds, hostel rooms, prayer halls and all at same campus. I was a brilliant student and every one knows in the class knows me. Even all the teachers know me. ”“Ohhh,” said Aradelle giving Kal an appraising look.Kal took a step back, disengaging from Aradelle, as his brain tried to process everything, Kal’s legs gave out at that moment and he sat down hard on the rim of Aradelle’s flower, prevented from toppling out by one of her vines slipping behind his back and propping him up.“Ikuno?”“Yes, Kal?”Kal looked at her but his eyes didn’t really focus, “I’m going to be a father, Ikuno.” His vision suddenly went blurry, he brought a hand up to wipe away.