Somewhere in this mom began to gently scratch my back with hernails, and I melted. Resistance was futile! I agreed to "help," andmom set about "teac...ing" me the finer points of nail care.I took to my new job like a fish to water, and the submissive side of mysissy seed was growing. I loved doing mom's nails, but I was in heavenwhen I got to hold her feet in my lap, and give them a massage, andwould gently stroke that small brush with the red polish onto each ofher perfect toes. I think mom. Name's Leo. I'm all ready to go," he greeted her while offering his hand. She couldn't help but notice that he had a moderate Italian accent."Karen," she offered. "So how long have you been a firefighter?"Leo laughed. "Yeah, I could see it in your eyes. I joined up volunteer when I turned eighteen. My pops has been on the force all my life, though. I may as well have been born with a helmet on and a hose in my hand. I know what I'm doing."What he said might have sounded arrogant, except the. If this truly was who she thought it to be, then life in Hannisburg may become much stranger indeed. Molly felt a gentle tear flow down her cheek, and then another, and soon her fears had left her, and only her concern remained. Using all her might she propelled herself across the grass yard toward Amy, and just as she reached out to grasp her a horror far greater than she had imagined pulsed through the air.-----A splatter of blood struck her warm, smooth skin. Nearly stumbling, her paralyzed. It was as close to a hug as Peter felt comfortable receiving.“Peter, you’re looking good.”“Thank you, Mom.”His father reached out and shook his hand.“Who’s this young lady standing beside you?”“Mom and Dad, this is Rebecca. Rebecca this is my mom and dad.”His mother stepped up to Rebecca to give her a hug. She could feel the young woman stiffen. She backed off and held Rebecca by the upper arms in the same way she had greeted Peter. Rebecca relaxed a little.Peter’s mother had been hoping that.