All he's ever said was that he had a girlfriend, but she's off to Music College in London and he hasn't heard from her since the summer." Yes, he's pr...tty cut up about that. But ... no. It's his story and I'll leave it to him to tell you if he wants to. I'm impressed. He actually invited me to go sailing with him next year. He didn't seem to think this leg would be too much of a problem. I think I might go." Sounds like a good idea," Delia encouraged him, but paused, thinking. "We hadn't. ”“Oh, well, thanks! That saves me time this morning. Any news from other European locations that I should be aware of?”“Max reported that things are going well in Munich, but that the kids keep asking when they can come to America to visit Tante Grace and Oncle Mac,” Grace said smiling as she sipped her tea.Mac sighed. “I suppose we should think about inviting them here some time. You know, I knew many of these men before I acquired their companies. But I really didn’t actually get to know them. It occurred to me that if the whiskey and the river didn’t kill me, perhaps I’d die of pneumonia. I giggled at the thought, then took another sip.I was perhaps halfway down the first bottle when I realised I wasn’t alone. There was a little green man sitting next to me.“Are you a Martian?” I asked.“With an accent like this?” he answered, in a rich Irish brogue. “Care to share a drop of that whiskey?”I had five bottles. I expected two would be enough to kill me. I could certainly spare some for. He then, asked Ms. Johnson to go to the bathroom. He got up; coat in hand to cover his raging boner. I then, asked a minute later. I got up, extremely excited and scared that I might be having sex in a school bathroom. I walked into the bathroom and into the corner.I was excited, en route, I decided that as soon as I got in there I was going to throw him against the wall in a desperate embrace and kiss him as I would run my hands anywhere I pleased including his medium cut hair. Then I would.