"I agreed and we soon settled onto the cushions. She paged through the pictures slowly, gazing at each one for several seconds, as if absorbing it and...committing it to memory. She complimented several of the ones with Sharon and Tina together, particularly for the symmetry of their poses. She also asked about the ones of Tina at the Grand Canyon, which I hadn't yet put in the album. When I retrieved them from the closet, her eyes lit up and she spent quite a while comparing those with the ones. Miranda was obviously Norma Bates, the mother. She had found a really old black gown, dusty, with cobwebs, and dowdy in an antique (junk) store. She wore it, as it was, no cleaning, to get more atmosphere.The cab pulled in front of the "Bates Motel". There were no lights. The darkness was so complete you could almost feel the texture. There was an ominous sense of threat in the cold, blustery night.The cab driver said "Ladies, you sure this is the right place?"Miranda answered, "Fuck, yeah!. In a short time, he reached the highway and opened the car up, speeding toward Vegas. He set his radar detector and watched diligently for any cops because his Maserati coupe was traveling more than twice the posted speed limit of seventy-five.After Sam had ended her phone call with Sean, she returned to their room. She felt miserable and was hard pressed to carry on a conversation with Amy. The only thing she wanted was for Amy to change her mind and leave Las Vegas with her. She also knew. I am the first to move and get the dildo and lube from the nightstand. He can't hide his hesitation on his face.Sitting up beside him, I ask, "What do you think, honey? Do you want to try it?"I see his jaw tighten and he doesn't answer, so I reassure him, "I love and respect you, either way, honey. And thank you for what you just did for me. I would just like to make you feel good too if you want to try."He takes the dildo from my hand and holds it for a minute, seemingly studying it, before.