It sure did look like this babysitting job was going to be a cinch and I plunked my butt down on the white fluffy carpet with a couple of pillows from...the sofa to watch the late, late show and laugh at how silly people could be when they were full grown.My eyes were glued to the hunky actor with the six-pack that was explaining to some bimbo blond about how the government worked and neither of them knew shit about a single thing. Even I with my crappy public school education knew they were. ..but if you love love stories than I am pretty sure you will love this!! "Grace please come out with us tonight?!?" Sam said flinging her arms around as she talked. Grace just rolled her eyes. "Sam I have told you before...I don't go out and I don't drink not since...since Joe...and you of all people should know that!" Grace whispered harshly the scar on her hand began to burn. Not wanting to draw attention to herself and Sam, she slowly started to type again on her computer knowing her best. Some paramedics showed up. I guess the police had called them. They bathed my face and eyes with milk, and that took a lot of the sting out. They offered to take me to the hospital, but I declined. I had already avoided one ambulance bill in this case and I looked at it as a personal triumph over Madeline if I could avoid another. Besides, I knew there wasn't much else they could do for me. Pepper spray doesn't really do any permanent harm to tissues. It just feels like it does. I knew that. Everything was good. Everything was perfect. He didn't know what it was that Mr. Barker had given him but he wanted a LOT more. If he could feel like this forever then that is what he wanted. He keep giggling and when he got up to walk over to the vanity to put some makeup on, just like he loved to do when Mom was at work after school, he couldn't seem to control his legs. He had to laugh and was so thankful when Mr. Barker carried him over and sat him in front of the mirror.He said out loud to.