.. somewhere between spicy and sweet and something else besides, something subtle that seemed (padon the pun) on the tip of his tongue, but refused to... identify itself.Uncleaving his tongue from the roof of his mouth, Eric reflected that it tasted like something had crawled in there and died.Had mom had any of that shit? He didn't think so. He certainly couldn't recall her having had any, just pouring that one glass for him.Eric shook his head to clear it, and quickly regretted the action. His. He had just gone into the army and came home on leave. He came to the place that I work and made me look like a whore and made fun of me. Than he said the worst thing he called me "The worst mother in the world." I swore I would kill him. That was a month ago and now I sitting here at his drive way waiting for him. I look to make sure I have everything I need: rope, knife, needle filled with knock out medicine, and of course a body bag. I giggle at myself thinking he is about to get what he. “What kind of consulting does your father do?”“My father is a very unusual kind of consultant. He consults to banks about banking, he consults to industry about productivity, and consults about cybercrime and its prevention to experts in the area, but mostly consults to the military about a wide-ranging group of things. You know how most people can only be an expert in one area; my father proves you can be an expert of experts in many areas.”“How old are you Ben?” Zahava asked.“Seventeen two. Got it?" Yes ma'am."Doug's head was covered in curlers with pink pins in perfect rows. Momtook the towel from around his shoulders had him stand up. She lifted hischin with her finger so he was looking at her."Look in the mirror young man," she said turning his head to the mirror.Doug's eyes teared up at what he saw."You like that look Doug? Your hair in curlers? Not very manly is it." No ma'am," Good, now come over here," she said leading him over to the breakfastnook and pushing him face.