“On the couch. Lord knows, we have plenty of blankets.”“It's pretty early to go to bed, don't you think?” she asked.“I guess so. Maybe we ...hould turn on the TV. I wonder how badly the storm crippled this area.”“Let's find out. Maybe there will be something on about how they're doing with clearing the smaller roads like this one,” she said.We took our mugs of coffee and brandy into the living room and turned the couch so we could see the TV. We bundled up together again, and sat back to. What if Mom doesn't go back to her own dreams? What if she's stuck there? I've never left anyone in a dream that wasn't my own before. I don't know if I even can. What if it's like what happens to Amy when I leave her? You've been with her when I did it; it hurt her, a lot. What if I left Mom in Rachel's dream and she cried out in pain? Rachel wouldn't know what to do, she would be scared, it might wake her up; would Mom be stuck there in pain until Rachel went back to sleep? Could she be stuck. ”Huh. So that’s why she disappeared into the bathroom so often.Alia seemed excited about announcing her condition. I felt not quite excitement but something more akin to trepidation.It didn’t go as badly as I thought it might. Alia had the girls sit on the couch - after clearing up their mess and turning the music down - and made her announcement.Two girls squealed with delight, jumped up and swarmed Alia. Clearly, I had little or no role in the celebration, despite having contributed to Alia’s. Now thongs! Judith loved thongs, not minding that the strip of material up the rear. They rode high on her hips, higher even than her French-cut panties. Damn she looked good in them -- and out of them! Of course, I was partial.She said wearing maternity panty hose made her very hot, and she didn't mean sexy. If she had to wear anything, she chose thigh highs, no garter belt needed. They had wide lacey elastic bands at the thigh and held up nicely, letting her 'breathe.' Some days she let me.