Mom had a wonderful look of pure horror on her face whileDad made damn sure that he came between Mom and I. (Stop this, Steven!Stop it!) I ignored her...voice inside my head - well, technically, herown head - and made the ground burst through the floor and encase them."Hi, Mom, Daddy, how are things?" I asked, smiling at them. I walkedover to them and knelt down. "It's been awhile."Mom stuttered out, "Ko-ko-ko-kor-Korra? Wha-what's wrong with you?"I stood up. "Call me Stephanie, now. I think it. ..maybe."No phone call yet?" She said. I shook my head slowly. "Want to get comfortable first?" I said nothing as she led me upstairs to her loft bedroom. "There's another line up here."My heart was throbbing as she took the glass from me and set it on her nighttable. Then she turned back to me and began to unbutton my shirt. She pushed my shirt off and started on my belt."I don't have a lot of money," I said.She seemed amused. "That's okay. Every now and then I like to give to charity. You can. I just cut them loose and let them do their jobs." Yeah ... sure," he said.I sat back in my chair as I hung up. It was going better than I had hoped. I wondered when the first crisis would crop up. There always would be one to test us. It was part of the business.I looked at my watch. It was just past three-thirty and I was running out of energy. The past three months had been full of tension and trial. Finding the right people, installing new equipment, training employees, finding new. .. Oh yes, that was wonderful."Jordan fell onto my chest to rest. Finally, she sat up and told me that we needed to have a shower. "We can shower together but no funny stuff" she said with a grin. We had a shower and I did as asked – well mostly, anyway – then after getting dry and dressed, we went down to the kitchen.Trish saw us coming and met us with a smile from ear to ear. Both Jordan and I blushed as it was obvious why Trish was grinning. "Um ... Ah, did you sleep well last night?" I.