“Beta, I need it urgently” I told my son “Just give the computer to me for 15 minutes and I will give it back to you after that”“Dad, please... I can’t give it to you now” he replied “Vikram, I am not joking” I said more sternly “ I always leave the computer to you, but I need it now”“Oh Dad, you are sometimes so painful” he said, and put the screen off “ Take the computer, I am going out to meet Ajay”“Learn to talk properly to your father” I scolded him But my words fell on deaf years. He didn’t. It held a moderately sized, flat screen TV, CD player and receiver. The flanking, floor standing tower speakers were a dominating, though not overwhelming presence. ‘So musically, what are you into?’ she asked, running her fingers along the fine grille cloth of one of the speakers. ‘Rock and jazz mostly,’ he said, stepping over to the cabinet where he kept his CDs. ‘Some classical also.’ ‘Classical, really? I’d love to hear some Rachmaninov if you have anything by him.’ Her parents, she. “So do I,” she agreed, “now, Sylvia, I think you should thank us.”Sylvia’s sad and tearful face lifted, and she looked at us each in turn. “Thank you, Miss, and thank you, Sir.”Then Eliza did something I was not expecting. She stepped up to Sylvia, put her arms around her and gave her a warm and loving hug. For a long silent moment, the two women clung tightly to each other. When Eliza stepped back, I could see that fresh tears were running down Sylvia’s face but this time they were tears of. I started to push her away ... she resisted, more than I had expected.“What’s wrong? That was very nice, Big Brother. Did you feel that? That ... electricity that just happened between us? Could I have another one of those, please?” She smiled so demurely.“Carol – I’m sorry, that was so inappropriate. I tell you ... I-I feel weak in the knees when I’m around you. I just ... lose control of my emotions and you are so gorgeous and your ... your eyes just, just...”“Just what, Rann?”“Ever since you.