“How do you want it?” Chelsea asked standing up next to Linda.“Just over the chair, night’s still young,” Linda remarked as she remained mos...ly standing, grabbing the back of the chair and bending over slightly. Her butt was nicely squeezed into a modest pair of blue jeans and the fabric stretched as she bent over.“You see, ladies,” Chelsea delivered a loud smack with the paddle.“Even if I focus, say, on the right side,” giving Linda’s right cheek a decent whack. “It can reach a little bit on. If the power cut covered a large area they would be busy.Marjorie confirmed that there were just the two of us and we had ample supplies of food and drink for hours if necessary."Or a week," she added to me after she finished the call."Why so much?" I asked idly."The wider family are coming over for Alan's birthday. It's a big O event, his sixtieth." His sixtieth? But you're not that old," I protested."I am, Harry. I'm actually a year older than Alan." But..." But what? Linda's my youngest and. Jenny told him to answer it and withtrepidation he opened the door. It was Sylvia his wife's hairdresser.She usually came on Monday evenings, but he thought Jenny must havewanted her there today.Jenny greeted Sylvia with a quick hug then stated, "Well, your work iscut out for you today. We'll see how good you really are. Look at him!!Can you make him look feminine enough to fool his mother?"Sylvia smiled and said, "When I'm done with him nobody will recognizehim."Sylvia started by washing his. ."Stef laughed, "Good save. Anyway, you're good for him. And he's good foryou, I think." Esme said, 'he is,' and Stef continued. "But this isn'tabout you. I'm 30 years old, Esme. And I'm finally with a normal guy. Andma wants to fuck it up. I do this and Ethan's running for the hills. Andhe should. It's not his job to raise someone else's kid, especially nothers. She can't be happy for me. She has to fuck it up."Esme came over and hugged her, for comfort. And warmth. Mostly comfort."I don't.