" I know what you mean." And we don't like to travel alone," Mirabelle chimed in. "At least, not completely alone." Mirabelle needs someone to watch o...er her," Sally said, firmly wresting the conversation back. "Someone who truly cares about her. Someone who can keep her — or get her — out of trouble long enough to return here some day when she's ready to settle down." Awww, sis," came the red car's plaintive cry."You know it's true," Sally told her back firmly. "Do I need to race you again to. “I’m sorry,” she stuttered. He smiled as he watched her reaction, “OK, why not, that would be great.” “Really?” she asked wiping a few tears from her eyes. As arranged, Tom knocked on her door at 7pm the next evening. “You look great,” he smiled as he again admired the yellow dress. “I bought these,” she smiled as she pulled out a pair of hinged handcuffs and a pair of foot cuffs. Both restraints were high security and could only be opened with a unique key, “I hope you like them.” Tom. Finally, the bus started to fill up slowly but surely once everyone was onboard we drove off we could tell everyone was quite tired from wandering through the museum all day. Quickly after leaving the city there was a question from someone in the bus “could we please turn on a movie?” a few called out yea please. A few called out no! they would like to sleep.Apparently Lisa and I had sat in the area of those who voted to sleep. The movie was turned on; the curtains on the windows were closed. Melissa caught the look in his eye. “I know, I know, I’m not wearing a bra. I just threw something on and threw some things in a suitcase and left.”“I’m glad you two made it okay,” Scott replied. Cody sat a duffel bag on the floor next to his mother’s suitcase. Scott couldn’t miss how well toned and muscular his nephew had become since he’d joined the football team. “I see all that weight training is paying off.”“Yeah,” Cody replied with indifference.“Where’s Molly?” Melissa asked.“She went.