"Oh, yes. Of course...forgive me, Mr. Klutz, for getting ahead of myself. I mean no offense or disrespect to you, and temporarily forgot my manners. It must be the wine talking."<br/><br/>He turned to look at Clara as she addressed her Daddy, explaining the mishap from earlier. Then he glanced at his Mom, who was quite soused, and caught Clara winking at him and praising his efforts silently. He knew Sukey got to be flirty when she was drunk, but this was more than he expected.<em>She must really like Mr. Klutz,</em>he thought.<em>After being alone so long, it's understandable that she would be attracted to a strong man such as Clara's Daddy.</em><br/><br/>"Now, Mom. Don't you think you've had enough?" Dukey asked as he casually uncorked the second wine bottle, and deliberately filled his own glass first, to alleviate suspicion, then filled Sukey's, and left the open bottle in the middle of the table, in case Clara or Mr. Klutz wanted more. He wasn't oblivious to the fact that Mr. Klutz had caught on to his ploy, and so left him the option of refilling.<br/><br/>"Everything was delicious, so far, Clara...especially the," he paused as it suddenly hit him what he had just eaten, and gagged a little, "er, possum. I can only imagine the dessert as being the finest delight." He was going to follow up with<em>...much like yourself</em>, but caught himself just in time.<br/><br/>He eyed the dessert with some suspicion, after he had just found out he had probably eaten road-kill roast. It appeared to be your average, everyday cheesecake, which he loved, along with strawberries and whipped cream...the perfect complement to a well-made cheesecake. He helped himself to some of everything, taking a strawberry and dipping it into the whipped cream, and reaching across the table in front of Mr. Klutz, toward Clara, saying, "open wide," as he purposely smeared some of the thick, white cream on her lips. "Oops...not wide enough..." He waited for her to take a bite, watching her lick her lips.