“Oh, oh � what are you doing?” she sputtered. I looked at her with incredulity; what did she mean?It was then that I saw her look desper...tely over hershoulder towards the house and feel her push away fromme with great resolve. “What are you doing?” she spat, “get your hands off ofme! How dare you? How dare you? What is your problem?I’m your, I’m your mother! Your step mother!” shecried. She quickly backpedaled toward the stair at the shallowend of. Not that he'd slept much on the first night mind you. Other than solitaire, which he was still struggling with, he couldn't really play games with one hand. Despite having no choice but to try, he just couldn't coordinate his left hand to do what he normally did with his right. Stephen had watched everything new on Netflix that he hadn't already seen by now and would just have to start watching things from the start again. He looked out the large window to see the clear blue sky punctuated by. "She disappeared down another hallway and I soon heard running water. I sat on the sofa sipping the cold refreshing water and looking around. She kept a neat, clean house from the looks of this room, which was decorated with personal trinkets and outfitted with sturdy but comfortable furniture.Not more than fifteen minutes had passed when she came padding back into the room. She was barefoot but more importantly, she wore a light blue, diaphanous top that fell loosely around her body but ended. Stacy shook her head again, still unable to fathom the blonde’s thinking. Why the hell had she dumped nearly a year’s worth of invoices into a box and then hid it in the store room? Stacy just couldn’t wrap her head around that kind of lack of basic responsibility. So she was now pawing through said box looking for the Shister & Shister invoice from May. ‘Jeeze, Stacy, don’t you ever relax?’ asked a male voice. Stacy had no trouble recognizing the voice but she glanced up at the tall figure.