As you suck out the taste it turns to rubber in your mouth, becoming smaller and smaller until you have to bite it in order to get the last bit of fla...or. My father and Nana were out front mowing the lawn, my Nana wearing pants for one of the only times I can recall- of course to her they weren’t ‘pants’ but ‘slacks.’ My grandparents lived on a huge property with a lawn and a field. The field was little more than weeds, wildflowers and insects. My father mowed the field a couple of times a year. While it was a standard flex neck model, Tenchi had upgraded it with one of those micro florescent bulbs.It was when Miho chanced 'up ending' the left ... boot? She supposed that had to be the correct word?In the time she had been on the planet, she was almost certain she'd never heard of a 'galoshe' used as a singular term. Regardless, Mihoshi almost had a coronary when the rubber rain boot released the holiest of holies. A roll of gray duct tape!The goddamn fools! Anyone who'd been on earth. “Hi, Mistress!” I greeted her enthusiastically and took a big gulp, then lowered myself to my knees. She stopped, tilting her head and studying me. “You look rather radiant.” Bummer! She always could read me like an open book. So I decided to get as close to the truth as possible. “It’s going to be a surprise.” “Must be a hell of a surprise that has you grinning like the Cheshire cat.” I couldn’t stop the excited giggle that bubbled up. She sat the boxes down on the narrow counter and started. Judy brushed back a wayward lock of her long brown hair.“Sam would kill me,” Judy said.“And Sandy would kill me as well,” I replied.“So, will you tip me on the main stage?” she asked.“Of course,” I replied.The DJ called out Judy’s club name to let her know she was up next. I sat back, bemused and a bit excited at the prospect of seeing my neighbor half-naked.Judy sauntered out on to the main stage, gyrating to the sound of the music. She sported a small white t-back and a bra-like top, that.