"You do?" Don't worry. You'll do better than you imagine." Easy for you to say," she chided me.We ran to the theatre and ran in place while Megan peru...ed the coming attractions. "Look what's playing next week. I wish we were going to be here," she said.Scent of a Woman was going to be shown; a movie Megan had expressed interest in seeing when we first saw the posters advertising it. She'd implied that if we were going to be here next week, we would see it together. I didn't know what to say.She. . TWO MINUTES AND THIRTY SECONDS FROM... MARK!... ''... All right, all right! I'm moving!... 'Rand struggled upright, feeling worse than if he'd stayed awake, and staggered into the hallway. By the time he reached the bridge, his head had pretty well cleared and he was feeling halfway human. He slumped into his chair, bracing his head on his left hand while his right played over the keys of his board. Figures danced across his screen, but he found that he was getting most of the information. She had reached a tipping point where she had to have him or she was going to go mad. She ran her hands up his back and over his shoulders and he drew in a quick breath. His back seemed sensitive so she took her time gently and not so gently exploring his skin. She moved her hands around to the front as she gently drew her fingernails over his chest. His knees seemed to buckle underneath him, giving her the encouragement to keep going. She grabbed a handful of his shirt to bring his tall frame. "...Nope," Krystie says with a grin. "Absolutely no reason at all,hehe!" You'd be happy if you had a son who became a dancer, then?" Dan asks."Are you saying you'd be UNhappy?" Stuart retorts, and I immediatelylean into my husband to reward him with a long, tight hug."Pick your answer carefully," I caution Dan, who simply sighs and shakeshis head."Of course not," the tall, muscular man says. "As long as they'rehealthy and happy." Though that being said," Krystie says, "our kids are now a.