The good grannie, of questionable reputation, is trying to provide for her bastard twins by blackmailing your most excellent friend the Count de AC/DC. Grannie, as part of her health regimen so she tells me, was feeding her face with ice cream. The little vixen was trying to make your friend jealous of her good fortune for she knows I have a weakness for the sorbets.
She offer me a lick -..of her ice cream, but in her eagerness she dropped some on my pants which she thought was hilarious. Naturally, although it was in an embarrassing place, I did not lose my savoir faire, for I am of a forgiving nature with the clumsy and inept I told her that I would not spill ice cream on her dress which she took to mean that I wore a dress - and commenced to negotiate what favors would I give her to keep her bratty mouth shut.
Of course I refused to submit to her blackmail we CIA operatives know how handle these things.
Had to be.. Professor Westmex.. The scourge of the Baja.. Read em and weep.. I failed all the tests.. sigh..but I got my just rewards.. Have to admit.. the Prof is kind of cute.. ;)