“Fine, Phung, but I would like another beer, more ice, and the girls need a cool drink also please.” Phung then suggested Ping move to sit beside ...e, for the two of us to eat our food, and for Ping able to reach everything more easily. Ping jumped up and almost leaped the table in her haste; she must really be hungry, I thought – hah! Ping sat, rubbed her hand along my thigh as she adjusted her chair, and beamed.I spoke slowly and clearly in English and we had a normal conversation, while. Sure enough, in two hours, Stephanie was ready to head for home, but the storm had grown so bad that there was no sensible way that we were going to be able to drive the forty miles back to where we both lived. I asked Stephanie what she wanted to do and she called her mom on the cell phone and cleared it for us to get a motel room and spend the night while the storm hopefully blew on over. Stephanie's mother was relieved that we were OK and she said it would be fine for us to get motel rooms. My daughter retreated to a curtained-off area, disrobed, dressed in the new, sexy little set, and then joined the others. “Oh, I am so buying that for you” announced Connie.“Really?” replied my daughter. “You like it? But you don’t have to but it for me, Connie.”“Well” said Connie, her playful tine turning somewhat more serious, “I will… but only if you call me “Aunt Connie’ from here on.”“Well” my daughter replied as she giggled, “Okay, Aunt Connie.”Connie smiled and then turned her attention. Trouble with my family, trouble in school, trouble in the university, trouble at work, trouble with girls. I'd say trouble's my middle name, but that carries an another meaning entirely that's so not suited for me. When I met Chelsey a couple of months ago, I finally felt like my life was getting somewhere, only for it all to go down the toilet later.Well, that bitch will never be able to hurt me again. The wind is cool and refreshing. At last, a wonderful note to leave off on.Lift one foot.