‘It’s ready. Let’s eat.’ Dinner was very pleasant. As they ate, they chatted pleasantly about school, and about how much the employee assistan...e plan was needed. Fran found herself relaxing and growing more comfortable withBrian. She enjoyed his company. He was witty and he listened carefully to what she said. While Brian cleaned off the table and did the dishes, Fran went back up to the guest bedroom to take a shower and get dressed so Brian could take her home. Instead of a shower, she drew a. Then again, she thought, glancing down at her newly sodden dress, Jason hadn’t exactly outgrown pool-side pranks. She made a face and tugged discreetly at the neckline since the water-logged fabric wasn’t exactly on the winning end of its battle with gravity. With her luck, she’d end up giving the entire room an eyeful of her less-than-bountiful cleavage. She smirked. Nothing like wearing a tube top to get a girl depressed about her remarkably unremarkable assets. She was about to give the. And dinner an hour later.She checked the clock and saw she had about an hour and a half before Mac and their guests would arrive. Chapter Thirty-TwoMac’s lunch with Niles was friendly enough, but he couldn’t help but feel that Niles was going to be a bit of a pain in his ass. Still, the man had a good head for business and was well-liked by his staff.His afternoon meetings went by quickly, allowing him to head upstairs a bit earlier than planned. Maybe he could convince Grace to indulge him in. ”“That’s what the meeting’s for, anyway, Dad.” My Terri, uncharacteristically uncomfortable that she’s NOT in control.I’m thinking about the happy little Bot-bot that started all this, was still as likely to elicit an ‘Awwww! Cuuuute!’ as a ‘Wow! He can do THAT?!?’ and his evil (well, not EVIL evil, but certainly quite businesslike and militarized) Z-bot, and the Bot-bot that patrolled the back yard watching for squirrels and Terri and Nikki’s ‘combat Roomba’ autonomous security robot, made to.