.she wanted me and I knew it. I just had to try and remind her. "Oh my god...look at you..." her hands flexed and her eyes went softer, they almost...glazed and she licked her lower lip."Mrs. J,..c'mon.." I murmured. She dropped her hands to her sides and shook her head, but she didn't move away. I stepped over to her and took her hands, I raised them and put them on my chest. She let out a low moan and splayed her fingers out over my pecs, then she rubbed my chest and whimpered. "Oh. Please, call me Jon. Mr. just makes me sound even older than I really am." as he laughed at his own little comment as I kinda giggled back."O. . .ok," I said, as I picked up the grocery bag from between my feet on the floor and opened the car door to let myself out."Soo Teagan, ummm - - - since I'm much older than you and if I just came to your door to pick you up this Friday, and your dad answered - - -well - - - let's just say, it probably wouldn't end to well for myself. With that said, how. The dress had a little pocket along the seam of the skirt section so I slid the card away.Mum reached into the little bag and pulled out another half dozen of the laminated cards.“We had some spares made up in case you lost that one,” said Mum. “Put one in your purse and try to get in the habit of putting one in your pocket each day.”I nodded and took them from her. “These wouldn’t have helped last night,” I said quietly. “My pyjamas don’t have pockets.”Mum nodded. “But you would have still had. . guilty.”“Anything in particular?” He always asks. I’ve been known to give a large number of answers, some of which involve jumping right on top of him, some others that get a reply of “I only have the slightest concept of what you’re talking about.”“Inventorying the past year, baby,” I replied.“Been a mighty good year, baby ... Got more people than we started with...”“More projects. Both houses,” I countered.“New faces.”“New couples. Tommy and Mimi just BELONG together...”“That one makes me.