This time the drink was much smoother, and he found himself enjoying the spicy taste. “I don’t get it.”“Here, sip this.” Malcolm handed his ...gin and tonic to Jason, who took a small taste. He didn’t much like it and made a face. “Did you taste that bitter taste? That’s the quinine in the tonic water. It cures malaria.”“It’s awful! Why would anyone drink that?”“Ah, youth, would that I was so innocent again. It’s a long story, but it goes something like this. A few hundred years ago, when the. "Ah Tom, come here boy."I wanted to shower the sweat and dirt off my body but knew better than to cross my father.He seemed in rather good spirits as he set down his paper and looked me right in the eye. "I think your ready son." Ready?"He ignored my question, "I have had it with her... and besides your old enough to handle it."He was smiling at me as if awaiting praise, but truthfully I had no idea what he was talking about. "'Handle' who dad?" Your mother boy." He said it like I was an idiot.. She was still crying and the father had dropped to his knees and covered his eyes. Glistening streams of tears ran down both their cheeks as the bang of rifle fire echoed through the field. Crows fled from trees and both father and daughter yelled a yell of fright and sorrow. The girl panted hard and shook her head around trying to figure out what had happened through her blindfold as two Nazis fell to the floor, blood seeping from the back of ones neck and the back of the other. The father. I think I do," I said clumsily.She's 30 and I'm 25, and we've fallen in love with one another because my Volkswagen was hit by lightning while we were in it. Since then we have been lovers, living together in the house we both grew up in.After finding that my Volkswagen was the same car that my Dad, Jim Douglas, had raced in the 60s, I had a mutual respect for both the bug and my Dad.He had mentioned that his old buddy, Tennessee Steinmetz, used to talk to the racecar before every race. He also.