"What exactly did you have in mind, Katie?" Jill was joking and Katie knew it but she played along. "I thought we could give your hubby here a show." ...You'd love that wouldn't you, dear?" Jill said to Todd as she stood up and playfully put her arm around Katie. "Would be like a dream come true, wouldn't it?" Todd didn't answer but Katie thought the bulge in his shorts looked bigger now and she felt her face becoming flushed. Suddenly she had butterflies in her stomach and she was starting to. “Yes, it looks good. We’ll want to re-test and make sure nothing has changed on the next visit, but I think we’ve got a potential winner here.”Collin nodded and sat back.“You seem distracted, Paul.”I sighed. I was distracted. My nights had become filled with hours of matrix math theory and how it applied to the quantum state in very strong magnetic fields. I felt I was at a dead-end on my theoretical approach. I had put more of my free time into the math, knowing there had to be a way to go. Mom refuses to measure the alcohol, just sloshes it in until it tastes right. Mel’s eyes sprang wide open when she took her first spoonful. I could see a request for the recipe coming up fast. The Marsala wine gives it the taste, the white rum the kick. I wouldn’t want to drive with more than two of Mom’s generous portions in my belly; with no cooking involved, the alcohol is still potent.“Mom, I showed Mel your wedding photo. She reckoned Uncle Stan’s girlfriend was a real bad lot, eyes far. Fed up and not excited about getting in hot water on a hot morning, I lied, “I don’t think it works.” “Oh my God. Can you wake your roommate? Maybe he knows,” she said, flicking her cigarette. “Okay, calm down. I’ll see if he’s awake.”KG eventually came down on his own time and got the spa working, but it was going to take at least an hour to heat up. In the meantime, Courtney took two more shots. As KG cooked himself breakfast, Courtney babbled the same Jeff-is-a-faggot story to KG, twice. KG.