Thank you SO much, Master." I reached down and stroked her hair, contemplating this, when she said softly: "I got what you wanted in town today, Maste.... Do you want it now? Do you want me now?"She couldn't see my expression. "What did you get?" You know," she answered softly. "You put the suggestion in my head. I've been thinking about it all day."I let out a long, silent breath. "Sure. Go get it."Dawn sprang up and raced from the room, her breasts bouncing wildly, and she returned almost. "My my God!" he whispered. "That that sounded like like Debbie!" Yes, it did," Bette told him seriously, pretending to be grim. "I I think it came from your uncle's bedroom, Tony."The handsome teenage youth blinked, not believing the words he had just heard cried out, not believing that it could have been Debbie, his Debbie, who had cried them. What was happening in his uncle's bedroom, for Christ's sake? What was going on?"Come on, Tony," the lovely blonde mother urged, pulling her son along. "Eddie was drunk and shouldn't have been talking so mean to your friend," she said."He isn't that kind of friend. He is with the TV show crowd." I explained."Ah, then you wouldn't mind introducing me to him?" she asked with that shy smile of hers."No, I wouldn't mind at all, but it most likely won't be here. I don't think bringing him back would be a good idea. I'm sure there are some hard feelings." I said quietly."Probably with Tommy," She saw the look on my face. Tommy is the one he knocked. I like it to be just the two of us." You mean you don't want a mother/daughter match-up? Barb would jump at the chance." No, definitely not that. I think it's been difficult enough with you and Juanita, or you and Mercy. I love all you girls, but I always remember you are Steve's wives. I feel special that you have let me in, but I sometimes feel like I'm taking something of Steve's." You're not taking something of Steve's. Steve and all of us are sharing us with you. He feels the same about.