I almost suggested to the director you joined the wet scene." Not really my thing," I said casually, fetching a pair of chipped mugs from a cupboard a...d pulling the cork from the bottle of whisky I had saved from the night before. I splashed some of the scotch into one of the mugs and handed it to her. She sipped and sighed happily, then tilted her head to one side. "You ever done it?" Peed on someone?" Or had them do it to you." No, never," I said, taking a sip. "It's fun. Maybe we should. “Just...a lot of my friends have girlfriends, Mom. Can’t hang out with them, don’t have a girlfriend of my own to spend time with.”His mother smiled. “Well, don’t worry,” she said comfortingly. “It’ll happen for you, son.” She chopped up a couple more vegetables. “Besides,” she philosophized, adding them to the boiling pot, “relationships are like farts: if you have to force them, they’re probably crap.”Scott laughed. His mother was affable and had a good sense of humour. He got along. My father’s first cousins Lawrence and Raymond and their families stayed at our house. We could have accommodated quite a few more but family politics made that impossible. Jeff and I hadn’t yet bought a place of our own so we were each living at our parents’ houses. The best I could do for Jeff was to limit the meet-the-fiancé trauma to a dinner with Larry’s family and another with Ray’s family. Ray brought his daughter, Sabrina, and son, Benjamin, to dinner Monday night. Ray’s wife Miriam was. "Go right ahead." What?" I said not understanding what she meant."Well, I'm far from being ready to get out of this nice hot bath I've drawn particularly since I've put some expensive oil in and we do have only the one bathroom so I'm don't expect you to hold it while I take my time getting out of here." But Grammy I can . . ." I interrupted."Honey, just go ahead and do it. It's a perfectly normal human function and although I'm no advocate of making a practice of such things we certain need to.