She was an older lady probably around 50 with short curly hair glasses and a short vary curvy body. I don't know what came over me but this feeling of... calmness. She struck me as someone I wanted to know more about and that sexy Russian ascent sent me into a meltdown. Why I felt like this I don't know but she gave me a calming effect and I wanted here. She was soo cute. I was in for some knee problems and she was helping with fitting my knee brace. She sat down got all my info and then asked me. “Rachel, Carol, Cindy, and the kids went to the mall, they also said they would be stopping at the grocery store so dinner shouldn’t be too long. You know your dad is at work as usual and I think Cathy is upstairs (Cathy is one of my little sisters, she had the deserved reputation for being super anal retentive and she drove us all nuts about not bothering her when she was in her room) , you know her and her study. I wouldn’t bother her” she chuckled.I laughed, “good point, guess I’ll just get. "That's great Mr Patel" I said, "But you do realise don't you that at this rate, I'll have none left in about six weeks?" Not to be worrying young Tommy" he laughed, "You and your lovely mother can come and see me in the morning and I may have a suggestion to be putting to you both, how is she by the way?" Wow, two bottles of vintage champagne!" she laughed, "I'm beginning to think you're right, he does fancy me" Well I only mentioned that it was your birthday and he insisted on me taking them,. “Are you a young folk or an old folk, Daddy?”That was a question that I found on my mind more often these days since I was past the forty year line of ended youth. Years ago it was “don’t trust anyone over thirty”, but these day it was “you better start thinking about social security if you are over forty”.I knew my mom had just celebrated her seventieth birthday and she had always been proud of the fact that she hadn’t changed her lifestyle all throughout her life. That seemed to be a common.