..Mistress." I remember her rule.*giggle* "Well, I have a gift, try not to hurt yourself my pet!", shethen pulls something out of her bag but facing a...ay from the mirror andwith this collar keeping me from looking down I have no idea what it is.Well, I assume it's a pair of shoes. As she pops my right foot up I knowfor sure. There's a small click and then she releases it and takes myhand. She places it on her shoulder and lifts my left foot.Wow, as I stand only on my right heeled foot I realise. ’ ‘Fine!’ she shouted, somewhat surprisingly offering no argument. She turned and ran past my wife and stomped her way up the stairs. I was still holding the pan with the pancakes and I turned to set it back on the stove with a defeated sigh. I wasn’t ready for this yet. I thought I had a few more years. I needed a few more years. My other daughters were quiet. My wife straightened her shoulders and turned to follow Liz up. ‘Babe,’ I said, ‘Give it a minute, I’ll handle it.’ She turned and. “Steve, could I sit with you and your friends?” Josh Richards asked.“Now why would a ‘Holy Roller’ want to sit with us?” Mary asked.“Mary!” I warned gently. “Give the guy a break. He’s not coming to preach to us, are you Josh?”“No. I’d just like to be your friend.”“Then sit down. Just watch out for Mary, though. She’s a tigress!” I teased.“You ought to know, Steve Adams!” Mary said.Josh laughed and sat down next to Mary, who gave him a low growl, to more chuckles all around.“Steve, what’s going. " Snapped Wenn. "Everyone knows that."Crissa was finally taken aback, and her eyes took on a slightly harder cast of blue. "Well, excuse me for making conversation." She snapped back and gave him a rather withering glare.Wenn looked away instinctively and watched the passing trees and farmsteads, the latter becoming more and more infrequent as they got farther from Morrovale. Luckily, the weather today was pleasant, a typical midsummer morning, though it did promise heat later."Ay, you two,.