You now make your move “Now you know us, are you ready for some fun?”“Y-y-yes” he stumbles.“Good” you whisper “now what would you like t... drink?”“Another pint please.”“No, I don’t think so,” you tell him “I think I’d like you to have a Bacardi Breezer, what do you think?”“Okay, I’d like the lemon one”“You’ll have Watermelon and unless I’m very much mistaken, it’s your fucking round so give John the money so he can get them,” you hiss.He sheepishly hands over a ten pound note but with a twinkle. "I've been stuck inside that cabin for the last week almost. It's like a fucking jail cell in there."We all found seats on the steps with Cynthia, Dwayne, and Karen on the edge of the porch while Tanya sat in my lap on one side of the first step down and Keira on the other end of that same step. None of us knew where to start or how to open this conversation until Keira took the bull by the horns with a question that burned inside her."Pete said that all you two did was talk. I asked him if you. I am Samantha's supervisor. I understand we have a little problem, how can I help?" His tone and manner was courteous and friendly, Kerri didn't buy it for a second. "Simple buddy, make this twit here turn me back into the man I was before she barged in here and changed me into this." James gestured at his new tiny body. "Ah, yes the lost, 'I wish I was a little girl' wish. Samantha, this is exceptional work, did you model. I’m not sure if they have plans. If they do, I’ll ask Brock to drive me home. If he can’t, I’ll give you a call. I can’t wait. Ten more days until my chauffeured life comes to an end.“Maybe we’ll all go look at cars today. I can pick out which one you’re going to buy me.“I’m kidding, Daddy. I’ll ask him. Brock, Daddy wants to know how the gas mileage is on your car.”Brock told her his estimated MPG and she relayed the information with a roll of her eyes.“Why don’t you just talk to him.