”“They are. It’s crazy, everything she has to do for a shot, though, with building the dish up. I mean, tweezers? I think my mom was a little un...ertain at first, since it’s not exactly how she’d present a plate!”“One leaf at a time. It’s like a food makeup session,” Muireann quipped.“Yeah. But they do look really good ... She’s obviously been spending a lot of time figuring this stuff out.”“I never knew there was an actual job called food stylist,” Muireann said with a sniff.“Seriously. I. Whats our balance in the account? he inquired. Hang on a sec, let me grab my pur- she stopped, mid-sentence. Oh shit, fuck and damn! That something finally came front and center. Tom had asked her to transfer funds from savings to checking last Monday when he called her. He wouldnt be depositing his paycheck until he was back into town, and their mortgage payment would have come directly out of their checking account on Tuesday. Still, they should have enough to cover the other checks she had. Tommy put his hand on the door and held it closed. She looked at him confused."I said hop in. This is a sports car; you don't enter through the door," he said, smiling his bigger-than-life smile.Samantha was wearing her cheerleader's outfit with its very short skirt and when she, grinning, put her hands on the car and jumped over the door it gave Tommy a great view of her athletic young legs and the blue panties that matched the school colors of blue and gold.When she slid into the seat, the. I glanced at her and then back at my shoulder. She blushed, and smirked at me.“I figured I should mark my territory while I still can,” she said sheepishly.Monday at practice, Wendy and I became more than friends when several teammates saw my shoulder in the shower. She had definitely marked me well.“Shit, that fullback is killing us,” Jared Peterson said as he dropped to the bench and grabbed a drink.I had to agree with him. We were rotating every series, trying to keep fresh to handle the.