Miss Anderson, you fail to grasp the point. It's not about what I want. It's about what YOU want." Brittany looked at him quizzically. Gregg pulled a ...ile folder out from his desk and calmly examined its contents. When he could see that Brittany was anxious to know what was so intriguing, he turned the folder around laid it before her. She cringed at the all too familiar candid snapshots of her in incriminating poses with (in this case) one of the math faculty. "You keep very detailed records.. His trick was to grasp my arm as I leaned over to kiss him goodnight, and catch me off balance. I would land on the bed next to him, and allow him to continue to converse with me a few minutes longer, before rising and going out. It was all perfectly innocent, at least it started out that way. I never had anything otherwise in mind, but the task of getting him out of our hair, and asleep. Like every concerned parent, I wanted him to be well rested for his school day, so that he might do. “I missed a call from the caretaker,” she told Tommy. “Beer is in the fridge. Get us a couple while I call him back.”Her call was answered on the second ring. “Yes, Mr. Golden. Everything here is great. The house is very comfortable, and we’ve even taken a spin in the boat. Maybe later, we’ll try to jet ski.”When Tommy touched the cold bottle against her bare behind, Betts jumped but smiled. “I know you are correct,” she said to the man on the phone. “In fact, I think we’re going to spend a lot. Tommy gasped at the imagethat confronted him, of a foolish looking he/she who was more 'she' than'he'. Still not done, Ming fussed with his hair and gave it a pixie-ishstyle. Then she returned to the wardrobe one last time to choose awide-brimmed, flat-topped hat, with a ribbon that tied under his chin,giving him a second bow to echo the one below his pinched-in waist. Hehad to made a further circuit of the room, with the his Aunt Hildacomplimenting the fine job Ming had done of dressing.