I put down the bowl and sodas, and before I could sit, Denise said, "Jason, why don't you go get on something more comfortable -- the movie is just st...rting."I knew when a suggestion was an order, and so retreated to the den. Regardless of where things currently stood, I had little doubt they would both be most pleased if I kept coverings to a minimum, so, bravely (or recklessly?) I stripped completely and returned to the living room wrapped in only my kimono. I occupied the middle cushion of. ‘What do you want, Mr. Watson?’ She’d set herself up again, and I knew I should, but I couldn’t resist. ‘I want you… I want you…’ I paused less for dramatic effect and more this time because my brain stopped functioning. My God she turned so red! She was starting to really look angry… Not quite the fire I was trying to revive, but I’d take it. She tapped her nails impatiently on the arm of her chair and stared down at me. I thought I might blush. Where was my fucking brain?! ‘I want you to. Not sexy at all, she admits, but they keep my feet warm! She looks down at her toenails, painted electric blue, just like her fingernails. Hubby’s idea, she shrugs to herself. I asked him last night what color I should paint my nails and he picked electric blue. Now gloriously naked, she takes two steps towards the bathroom when she hears her phone ping. A reply text from Christine: Cool! Party starts at 6:45! And then immediately another ping: And wear something sexy! Duh, I’m planning on. "They are patrolling the roads up that direction and kill anyone not part of their group." Then the old man's eyes narrowed and he said, "They are patrolling back towards Roosevelt too. How did you get past them?"Rob smiled brightly and said, "Oh we hid from some and killed some others. We didn't want to stop when they ordered us to. We found out how they are staying so organized with the cell phones shut down."The old man was clearly startled and asked, "How are they doing it?"Rob shook his.