.. please?" I asked."All right," she said, setting her wine glass down. She stood up. "What do you want me to do?" she asked, smiling."Well, let's sta...t with you putting your hands on your hips and smiling for me, you know... a Betty Gable kind of thing," I suggested. "Betty Gable huh. Hmm, let's see. How's this?" she asked. I watched her through the camera as she smiled at first and giggled shyly. I always loved the way she giggled; it was so cute and I knew that if she was giggling, things. He rolled slightly more closing the inches of distance between them and whispered right against her ear, “Do you want to take a shower baby?” Emily moaned quietly and nodded, trying to hold back her bursting enthusiasm. Max’s arms pulled her up and pulled her mouth against his softly pulling her bottom lip into his and tugging it with his teeth. Emily giggled and pushed him playfully away from her into the en-suite. Max pulled back the shower cover and stepped backwards into it followed by. She took the frying pan away from me. The Big Galoot came in five minutes later, poured himself a coffee, and sat with his eyes closed waiting for the caffeine to make him human. She put three plates of food down in front of us and he pushed his away. I told him to eat as he was going to need it. They both gave me an odd look, and then gave each other a knowing one, as he picked over his food then ate it, then half of both mine and Betsy's leftovers as well. When she started to rise I told her. "She pulls me over to the bed and sits us both down. "What happened thismorning? You had an appointment... Is everything okay? You're notgetting sick again, are you?"Seeing how worried she was, I told her, "Oh no! I'm not getting sick, itwasn't a medical appointment... It was... It was with my therapist..." Ifelt my eyes drift to the floor, I just couldn't bring myself to look ather."Oh..." she softly said, then she put her hand under my chin and raisedmy head to look up at her. "Jordan, it's.