Vanessa interrupted his thought flow and asked: "Hey Angie how about abright pink nail polish?" Vanessa was done and ready to paint histoenails.Angeli...a: "Nice! That would really be a great contrast to his lavendernightie, and besides bright pink goes with everything."While Vanessa got into applying nail polish, Angelina started stickingacrylic extensions to his nails. Now he had femininely shaped longnails, ready to be painted bright pink. Once Angelina finished applyingtwo coats she asked him. I turned to my son, “My goodness James did you hear what she said?”I could tell James was amused, “It must be that bikini, Mom. I told you. You’re the hottest babe on the beach.”“Cut it out, James. This is serious. What do you think I should do? I know I said I might be open to a little male companionship. My god, he can’t be much older than twenty-five, if that. What could have gotten him interested in me, for goodness sake?”I could see James choking back a laugh and trying to keep a straight. It was Saturday, so I was surprised I hadn’t turned it off the night before. It also didn’t sound like my normal alarm tone. I patted around the top of my nightstand, searching for my phone because I refused to open my eyes yet. Once my fingers found it, I brought it to my face and turned over to squint at the screen. In my sleepy haze, the light from my phone screen was so bright it actually hurt. I peered at my phone with one eye. “Shit,” I said.It wasn’t a sleep alarm; it was an event alarm.. "Hello, anh," Amy said, bowing to me. She was wearing her nurse's uniform buttoned up to her neck again."Oh Em Gee," Alicia said, putting her hand to her mouth.I looked at her. "What?"Alicia just shook her head, looking almost ready to burst. "I can't tell." She shot a look at Amy."Oh, come on. You can tell me."She looked at me, then at Amy, then back at me. "Okay, I can tell you." She looked me in the eye. "You've made Amy a slave, haven't you?" I nodded. Then she looked back at Amy. "He's the.