She brought itover to me and hooked a tube from the bottom of the bag to the front ofmy pacifier. She inserted a key into the digital box the tube pas...edthrough and liquid started filling the pacifier. When I sucked I got alarge flow of the liquid. Even when I didn't suck I could feel a thinstream squirting.It was not milk but it was milk like. I had heard that Ensure tasted likea mildly sweet vanilla milk shake. It sort of tasted like that. Marionwas onto her main course before I dialled back. And my wife looked at us, one by one, with a strange smugness on her face, as if she had just checkmated her daughter. I started to have a strange feeling this was leading back to my own grave, but I couldn't exactly put my finger on what it was."Okay, I'll buy that. Who have you got in mind?" Do you agree to my terms yet?" Who is the guy? I have to like him too." Oh, you will. In fact, you love him already." I do?" my daughter was puzzled, "Who is it? Ricky Martin?"My wife grunted. "Let me. Shamelessly.When we got with touching distance, he placed his gigantic hands on myshoulders, staring down into my eyes. His gaze was hypnotic. I hadhim, in my sights. He was mine."My name is Ricky Ray," he whispered.I nodded. "I've seen you on t.v." You are a sexy little thang, aren't you?" he asked.I nodded again."Thank you." Uh uh, sugar gurl, it's Ricky Ray who should be thanking you." For what?" I asked."For making me feel the way I'm feeling right now, baby gurl."I smiled. "And how. ”“What do you know about these sort of things,” she cried, collapsing onto the sofa.“I’ve read about it in magazines,” l replied, “so did you do it, l want to know.”“Yes if you must know,” she replied, “l tried to spit it out the first time but he slapped me and told me l had to swallow it, it was horrible, l thought l was going to be sick.”“You still do it though.”“I’m used to it now… god that sounds awful… what are you going to do? Are you going to tell Mum and Dad, Dad will kill me.”“That.