Rest well? Want some coffee?’ Zack reached for her but his hands drew up short. His wrists were loosely fastened to cuffs and short chains at the he...dboard. His ankles were confined similarly. He tested their strength and found them sturdy. Zack frowned at the brunette who leaned in and stilled his lips with a shushing finger. The brunette cupped his chin with her palm as she hovered the coffee cup for his lips to slurp. ‘I usually add more sugar but I wanted you to taste it first. How is it?’. Not the friendly "I am glad to see you" kind of hug, but a hug that had more passion and caring in it, than I had ever felt before. I hugged her back, to let her know that I understood. After 3 mintues, she finally let go, and I noticed a tear in her eye."What are you crying for, Jess? Is everything alright. Did he come over before you left to come get me?" No, everything is fine. It's just you." That statement had me confused. Was she upset that I was there? Should I have not come out here?. As my elderly mother took a stroll through the dungeon, she asked a million questions. I just prayed I could be quicker than her and come up with answers that would satisfy her. Later, if she remembered being in here, I could always tell her it was a wild dream she had. Chances were, with her memory failing, I’d get lucky and she’d forget all about it. But, for now, she threw out the questions like a pitcher throwing fastballs, and I kept hoping I could bat fast enough and keep hitting balls. "Linda, I don't know what to say. It just isn't right to dress your sonup like a little girl and enter him into those pageants." I'm not forcing him," Linda insisted. "He enjoys it; you see how manycontests he's won. Why make him stop something he likes to do, isn'thurting him, and he's good at?" Because it's wrong for boys to dress that way!" I shouted just as theboys walked back into the room.Renee was still wearing his pageant dress and was accompanied by anothergirl in a red and blue plaid.