I turned on the boob tube surfing through the channels, seeing what was on. I flipped to one of those adult channels where some porn star was flashing...her tits on the screen. Though I was sobering up, I was getting horny. I really didn't want to jerk off for the umphteenth time, I needed an outlet, but where. I got up and left the room. I stood in front of Brandi's door gathering up the courage for what I was going to do next. I opened her door and walked inside. Brandi was still fast asleep. I. (Laird an expert on Buffy? Yes, he had developed aninnocent "thing" for Sarah Michelle Geller.)"Laird, I don't regard soccer to be the best way to educate Blair inthe manners of modern girlhood. It's just one way for her to meetother girls and I wouldn't expose her to the rough ways of femaleathletes if I didn't have the perfect antidote - a place where shestill will be interacting with other girls and where she will be taughtto move with classical feminine grace." Classical? You don't mean. Fir maine kaha achaa mami agar aap nhi batana chahti toh theek hai koi nhi par me aapko dhuki nhi dekh sakta woh boli tm kitne achhe ho.Maine unhe good night bola aur apne room me chala gya. agle din subah utha toh dekha ki mami ki chehre se pata chl rha tha ki mai puri raat nhii soi thi main samajh gya tha ki raat ki meri baaton ka asar un par ho gya tha maine pucha ki ki mami sapna kaha hai tohunhone batay ki aaj uski kisi friend ka b’day hai toh woh wha gai hui hai aur shaam ko late maine. But, I could not leave Lisa sitting at the airport. I would have to work it out somehow.I pushed Lisa out of mind for the moment and opened the envelope. It contained a poem. Of course, Uncle Bert was no poet but his intention was not to create art. It was to give me a message, I hoped a message that would put just one step from the end of my treasure hunt.Here is what he wrote: “Kittens sweet, bound as one by woven fur, Paws entwined to the cows’ own rhyme, First heard long ago in summertime,.