"I was... it's complicated." For once Kalliste looked uncomfortable. "This night's important, and, well, I was..." Her voice trailed off and she looke...d way."Important?" Chelsea glanced at Anna, who shrugged. "It's the end of September. I can't think of any holiday, unless there's a Greek one."The edges of Kalliste's generous mouth twisted momentarily. "There are a lot of holy days in the Orthodox calendar, but this wasn't one of them. No, I..." What's bothering you, Kalliste?" Anna asked. "This. Most of the stuff here was theirs. I don’t mind though, I don’t really care about such things.”“Neither do I,” I smiled.“Sit down,” she said, indicating a large leather couch, “do you care for a drink?”“Sure,” I said, sitting down on the couch.She opened a wooden liquor cabinet and took out a bottle of sixteen-year-old Lagavulin, a single malt of very fine quality. “I know what you like, of course,” she smiled while she put two glasses on the coffee table in front of the couch. She opened the. Your body shuddered when I kissed it as well. My fingers moved along your belly, feeling the silk top that you had told me you wore especially for me. Your arms pressed against the counter, moving us both backward and you again turned to face me. These kisses were not gentle but passion filled. Your arms wrapped around my waist as you pulled me closer and my arms rested on your shoulders. We kissed as lovers, although we had not been together. You pushed me gently and I understood the signal. Betty frowned, and was the first to move.“Other things? What other things?”She looked around, her frown deepening as she saw the embarrassed looks on their faces. She looked back at Bob, who was smiling, completely unaware that he was perilously close to opening a can of worms. None of the grandmothers who had been so familiar with him were aware that their granddaughters had also become ... familiar with him as well, if a little less so. That the girls hadn’t told each other about their.