Melanie turned her right cheek toward her son and cast him an expectant, sidelong glance. Rick responded my rolling his eyes and giving her a quick pe...k on the cheek. “Now, what'd you get me?” Rick asked with a hungry expression while rubbing his hands together vigorously. Rick's mother smirked again and pulled out a small, felt-covered, indigo, rectangular box from her pocket. Sort of like a double-wide ring box. Rick raised both eyebrows this time before settling on a teasing grin, “I know. Yap yap yap blah blah blah fucking blah. Plus, the conversations they had were so damn ridiculous! Hair and makeup, boys, parties, reality television, it was all retarded to him. It was like he was living near a PMS tornado in an estrogen hurricane, desperately trying not to get swept away and still dealing with raging hormones to boot.His mind began to inevitably replay the events of this morning, the dream, Emma, the shower. Fuck. Why did Danni have to pop into his head when he was. Seamus did his best to ignore Rocky for the next few minutes, after the third time she bumped his elbow he put the book he was trying to read down and said, "Rocky if you can't behave in a manner that won't distract me maybe you'd best stay here and entertain the children rather than join me on my guard shift." Rocky stopped playing and laid her head against Seamus' leg which gave even more credence to what John had told him that he suspected about the dog. The pair sat in companionable silence. The momentum pushed him forward, makinghim take another step in the same direction and that made him lose his holdon the side handle of the lid. The lid came down with a resounding crash,which he feared would attract attention from all of the neighbors on thestreet. Unaccustomed to the short stride imposed by his skirt, and to hishigh heels, he had to take a whole series of tiny, mincing steps before hecould finally stop, and even then he spent a few moments wildly flailinghis arms about him.