Lately, my time has been spent working on a few small presents I think you’ll like. When I get your text that you’re just out of town, I turn the...music on low and head upstairs to fix dinner. Just as I turn the heat down to simmer everything while the rice finishes cooking, I hear you pull into the driveway. As you walk up to the door, you can see me through the window, beaming from ear to ear that you’re finally here. I step through the kitchen, throw the door open, and sweep you into my arms. "Ms Grayson please! It doesn't work like this! You can't..."His pleas were lost on Wendy Grayson.She went straight home and confronted her son."Come with me Steven," Wendy said and led him upstairs to her bedroom."Sit!" she pointed to the chair in front of her vanity table."Ok watch me," she said.Wendy rifled through her wardrobe and laid out on her bed a blackminiskirt, white satin blouse, a black satin bra and panty set, a packetof sheer-to-the-waist taupe pantyhose, and a pair of black. Michael's image started to say something, but there was no sound to his mouth's movements."Michael, I can't hear you," I said very slowly. "Can you hear me?"He blinked several times, almost as if he was waiting for a translation. He finally nodded and his mouth formed a "yes"."Are you okay? What happened to you? Where are you?"When he comprehended my words, his face gave a shrug, then he slowly mouthed "I don't know." What do you mean you don't know? How are you doing this anyway?"Again, he. She gave a little cough and a curious look crossed her face but as far as I could tell, despite a slight irritation, everything had gone as planned. Even the irritation worked to my advantage. She finished her phone call and almost immediately went for another sip and I went for another pill.Again she swallowed. Again she coughed. She cleared her throat."Excuse me," she said, getting up and going to the water cooler."No problem," said I with suppressed glee as she tossed her head back and then.