So I was very happy reaching my grandparents house. And since were 5 people in number it was difficult for everyone to stay there.As kavitha aunty’s... house was nearby my dad suggested that we guys should go there to sleep. I looked with a sad face towards pavithra aunty and mom.They knew that I don’t like to go to new places, but there was no option.So we all had dinner together and after that I started packing my shorts and tshirt , my dad asked me to wear them there itself and no need for any. When the suitcases were secured under the tarpaulin, Tommy and Pierre rejoined the women.“Tommy, I promised Marie we’d stop by here for a night on our way home, too. They are having a cotillion next Saturday night that should be lots of fun.”Tommy smiled and nodded enthusiastically.“Sure, as long as Marie wears something pink and saves a few dances for me,” he said teasingly.Tommy helped Connie into the truck and handed her the bag of pastries and thermos of coffee Marie had made them, and then. I turned to my sexy sibling and she smiled at me as she leaned and spoke into my ear.“I love it; this club, the music, you…everything!”I kissed her neck and lips before responding with, “We’re meant to be together Baby. Can you see what effect we’re having on everyone?”She looked around and nodded as she moved close to me. She pulled my head down and kissed me very erotically indeed, whether for our benefit or for our ‘audience’ I didn’t care. I returned her kiss with just as much passion and I. But he wasn’t the one who got me started on the drink. My parents were drunks. I mean “socialites.” They had money and connections. I think Mother is dead now, but I’m not really sure. They left for France and then greater Europe when I was still in my teens. I haven’t seen them since. My uncle, Tim, took care of me. As I said, he didn’t start me on the drink, but he did nurture me into the alcoholic I am today. Helped me craft my particular habit in a way that didn’t disrupt my work.All in.