I'll get the old miser to look out a few bottles of wine from his cellar, if there are any left; can I bring anything else?" Old miser? Me? Sheila, my... dear, have you been taught the clinical definition of an alcoholic yet? No? An alcoholic is someone who drinks more than his doctor does!"We all laughed. Alastair Baxter was good company, and never took himself or his profession too seriously."What colour would you like? And I'll get my housekeeper to bring a smidgeon of cheese, so that I can. The intensity blossomed whenhe caught a whiff of what Cindy was making for dinner. His favoritestfood in the whole world next to Pizza... Spaghetti, and boy did itsmell good Phil thought to himself. Mrs. Harvey came back into theliving room and sat once again in front of Phil. "Mrs. Harper told mehow much you liked the baby food she fed you. So tomorrow we shall getyou started back on them. But for tonight, you can have spaghetti withus." Shaking his head in a definite no, his mom ignored it. Rick carefully attached the tank’s tube to the end of another that trailed along the floor and disappeared under the water tank. He gave the tube a yank, and observed its path up through the tank and out through a gasket at the top of the ominous steel lid sealing the tank. Parallel to the tube, a length of heavy chain also ran the length of the tank, exiting the bottom and laid coiled on the floor. After checking over all of the gauges on the oxygen tank, Rick went over to a nearby chain. A lot of guys to make Bryan happy with! But only to mildly flirt with. I’d learned my lesson. Bryan must have been thinking the same thing, because almost immediately he was encouraging me to take the sarong off. I wasn't quite ready for that, but I did loosen it enough to show a lot of thigh and an ample portion of boob. Bryan was on his second drink when Pattie came over and asked me if I had seen Aaron. I said I hadn't, feeling my heart starting to beat furiously in my chest and my skin.