She stops in the kitchen. What? NO! Why is she stopping?I hear water running and subtle movements above my head. Please, I can't take this anymore!I h...ar the footsteps walking AWAY from me! I almost start bawling.The footsteps are coming back! My excitement is beyond what my mind and body can handle. I feel as if I am now totally insane with desire, with overflowing and desperate excitement. The footsteps come closer and closer, they are directly over my head! Oh my God I can't believe she's. I shrugged and went back to themen's department.Next was shoes. We went into this massive shoe store that had aislesand aisles of shoes. I considered leaving the girls and going off tothe game store, but watching them try on shoes was very sexy.I even started to suggest shoes they should try. I picked out a redpair of booties for Alex to try. She looked at me and said the heelswere too high. She must have caught the disappointment on me face,because she reconsidered. She looked for her. Miller smiled. She could have predicted that - it was their favorite. Whatever the future would bring, she loved her kids.----------------------------- "It's late, kids, off to bed with you!" said Mrs. Miller as she looked at her watch. "It has been a long day for all of us. Remember to brush your teeth - I'll be up soon to tuck you in." She wondered how many times she's said that phrase. Lucy's suggestion has been going around in her mind all evening. Would it be right? Would I not hurt. The presentation for Fowler's Fabrics refused to take shape."Hey, Sam!" One of the steady processions of office boys, lank hair curling down over his collar. "Boss wants to see you."He looked up, an automatic protest rising to his lips. "The name is Mister Jackson..." But the boy was already turning away, heading for the water fountain or the john."You wanted to see me, Mister Craddock?" Come in, Sam. Sit down." The pink jowled face was serious. Even the bald dome of his scalp seemed to reflect.