“But Ryan saw her when she picked you up,” Nigel said. “He said she was hot.”“She IS,” I said, “but so’s my mother.” I gave derisive...laugh. “And I sleep in my room at home by the way.”“Likely story,” Nigel replied.With an aggressive edge to my voice, I said, “Are you accusing me of anything with my mother?” stiffening and bunching my fists.“I’m sorry,” he said quickly, “I didn’t mean to imply that you were involved that way with your mother. I was talking about the airline stewardess.”“She’s my. " "Heck, we could drop her off at my folks' place and they'd adopt her on the spot!" quips Chad. "Yup, Kamiko, it's not you. I'm just not sure my mother is ready to accept that I'm in love with another woman. What about your family?" "I think my father will, how do you say it, Julie, blow a gasser over it." "Gasket, sweetie, blow a gasket. A gasser would be if he had a farting attack." Kamiko dissolves into laughter as do Chad and myself. "Flatulence, the truly international language." "Hei,. "So, what's it gonna be, cowboy, the car or the gun?" Fine, I'll take the MP-5." Finn released his grip on the P-90 and grabbed the Heckler and Koch submachine gun."Besides, there's nothing wrong with the MP-5," Liv said as she grabbed two magazines for the P-90 and attached them to a tactical belt."The P-90 has a fifty round magazine. But I'd rather drive the Starfire." Finn put the MP-5's strap over his shoulder and the Glock in a belt holster. In his front pocket he carried a Strider folding. She had intended to head to the bathroom to clean up but could hear the shower running and assumed Sam was in there getting ready for work and opted not to bother him. Maybe at a more convenient time she could surprise him - she felt at this point she more or less had free run of the house just as the men in the house could impose on her at will, but she would ease back those personal boundaries gradually.As she lingered in the hall near the bathroom she became dimly aware of a noise behind.