'Do I stay home, do I come along, do I watch what happens, or what?'My wife seemed a little unsure on this one. 'I think it varies. Sometimes the men ...re comfortable with the servicer's husband being present and watching. Sometimes they aren't. I think they are usually ok with it. I don't know about the wives, but they're probably ok with it too.'I was a bit deflated that all this had been decided on without me even being consulted. But, as usual, I went along with the idea. The upshot was that. Frank tugged on Mia's arm, but she just stood there."Mia!"Mia tugged back then pointed to her feet."Daddy, the glass! I'm barefoot. I'll cut myself!" She pleaded as tears dripped from her cheeks onto her pink baby-tee. The moisture matted her shirt to her skin.Frank didn't want his daughter's feet to get cut to shreds, so he did the first thing he could think of. He was a few steps down, while Mia was on the top step. He turned to face her. He placed her arms around his shoulders and she leaned. He pleaded to her not to change and asked why not and Kevin said he’d never before gone out with female apparently wearing only sneakers, tight shorts and a shirt and a stupid hat. Lydia said god he was rude and that made him a bit of a stand out. She said that looking at his crotch and he looked embarrassed and looked down to check. They hit it off well and she met his family and eventually she spend some weekends in bed with Kevin at his family home and he spent time at her family home after. And, to be honest, as most of those people went to bed that night, they would have been telling the truth. For the vast majority of them, all that happened was that they got into their pajamas, brushed their teeth, turned off the light, and crawled into bed. Soon they would sleep and the night would pass without incident.But in two houses, one on Moro street, and the other on Elderberry Lane, nobody could go to sleep at all, because there was excitement in spades.Jack Ross was a pretty normal.