"All right, folks," be said heartily, "name your poison."

"You got beer?" Jason asked.

"Come to think about it, I believe we've got everything except beer. Tell you what, I'll mix up a little something I call a 'Tarantula'. I call it that because it leaves a furry taste in your mouth the morning after it bites you."

"What's in it?" Tamera asked nervously.

"Ohhhh… a little rum, and a little brandy and a little of this and that," he said, collecting bottles and glasses. "You'll like it, really. It doesn't taste like booze at all."

"I'll set up the projector," Jason said, and went to a large closet toward the stairs. The closet was actually a connecting corridor, with another door at the back which opened out into a private den that was strictly for Eddie's father. Jason rolled out a large projector on a dolly, plugged it in, and then went back into the closet for the can of film and the screen.

"Is this the one?" he called out. "Says 'Dog Instruction' the label."

"That's the baby," Eddie said. He was passing out drinks to the girls. Tamera tasted her drink, and to her surprise, found it very refreshing! It was smooth, and reminded her of lemon soda more than anything else. She took another drink before she realized what she was doing, and then another…

Eddie sat down on the couch next to Tamera and put one arm around her so that she was close to him, and he let his hand drop down so that it brushed against her breast casually – almost accidentally. "Hey, baby," he crooned, "I really dig you, you know?" He felt Tamera jump slightly as she heard him, and he squeezed her tighter, pressing his dangling hand once more against her palpitating breast.