"I never slapped you down, Malcolm. If Joe wanted to work for you in an office capacity I would have never cared."

"You have slapped me however." He grinned.

"When you put your hand on the bride's thigh under the table at the reception you should expect to be slapped" Mom reminded him.

"True, I drank too much back then."

"So, are you going to help us Uncle?" I cut in, "You know your nephew, your nieces..."

"Guilt doesn't work on me, Ryan." Uncle said calmly.

"What does?" I asked, "Other than sex?"

"Sex...is everything, Ryan, in one form or another lust and sex drive and shape more than you...