I'll ring you later when I've got some news." Thank you, Miss Irvine. Please do. We'll all be very anxious. Goodbye."Betty rang Rupert Rockingham's se...cretary and told her what had happened.Lottë rushed to her editor's office. "My fiancé's had a stroke or something very like it. I must go to him." Oh, Lottë, that's awful. Of course you must and don't rush back. Wait until everything's under control. Just keep me in the picture if you would." Thanks, Tim."Lottë grabbed her laptop. She did not. ”Kalina added, “We agree with Charlie: there is nothing to be excused. That reaction was something we hoped to see, as you still have a tendency to hold your feelings in, although that has been changing since you met your friends.”“Thanks, Mom, Charlie.”She looked around and that subtly sly look that she gets when she’s about to come out with a zinger emerged onto her face, only to be replaced by an almost blank expression.“Thanks, Mom, Charlie. Thanks, Dad for the news. I guess I’m happy about. Lawrence of the British Royal Army." Sherman adjusted the controls and we stepped into the Wayback Machine (my own invention, by the way) and in less time than it takes to tell it we were standing outside Lieutenant Lawrence's personal quarters. I knocked on the door and a voice inside bade us enter. We were soon in the presence of the illustrious army officer."I say, chaps! How do I look?" Lt. Lawrence said. Sherman and I stood there aghast at what we saw."You look lovely," I finally ventured. "Mom!" I yelled, but it was like she didn't hear me. My friends had all turned away from the movie and were eyeing her deeply. They weren't even saying anything, just smiling and staring at my drunken milf mother intensely."Who are you?" she asked Alize, stumbling over to the couch. The glow of the television reflected off the top of her tits. "I haven't met you before." Um, I'm Alize," he said, eyes glued to the deep cleavage of my mom's chest."You're kind of cute," she slurred, sitting down.