I have one more question Andrea. I just want to tell you that...yesterday in the hot tub...and on the dance floor...I want to tell you...that I really...liked it." I wasn't sure how you would react. But sweetie, you're so god damn hot I just had to try. I really liked it too. Okay, here comes the boys."Ricky and Jason sit down with their moms and order breakfast."Jason, Ricky, we have a couple things we want to tell you."Oh shit! Everything is going so well! This must not be good. Maybe they're. "Of course, you didn't have permission to do that." That's OK, Sarah," Betty said coyly, fingering her tag. "You can punish me however you'd like. It was worth it!" Well, that outfit is all well and good for the room, but what are you going to do if you need to go out to the bathroom or the common room?" Sarah asked."Whatever you tell me?" Betty suggested, a sly smile still on her face."That's true," Sarah said. "And here's what I tell you to do." She reached into her bag and pulled out another. They were talking and laughing as they sipped on a glass of wine. Then Joe looked up quickly and caught a glimpse of me at the top of the stairs. Then he got up and went over to the stereo and put on a tape. It was one of those soft tapes by Whitney Houston. She was singing some slow song about love. Joe walked over to the sofa, put out his hand to Mom and she responded by putting her hand in his. He pulled her from the couch and they began to dance. Joe made sure that Mom’s back was. “SoHo.” Nodding. “It’s in Manhattan.” He shook his head and laughed. “I know where it is!” They began talking with each other, disregarding the group surrounding them that seemed to be dispersing in search for other people. Or to seek privacy of their own as onlookers were seeking them out. Even as she spoke about her art and newest job at a coffee shop not far from where she lived, the way she was revealing information seemed guarded. Not that Marcus blamed her for blocking herself off. He.