”“So since this place isn’t cheap, then I say we get a little dressed up for it. It doesn’t have to be anything really fancy, just nice.” ...ommy suggested to Amanda and her mom.“We’ll have to run home to get changed. How does an hour sound?”Tommy said. “That works for me.” “Come on Amanda lets hurry. We don’t want to keep him waiting. Let’s see if we can make his jaw drop when we get back over here.”“I know exactly what I’m going to wear.” Amanda already had that evil grin on her. I shortchanged her."Nana essayed a crooked smile. "And her culo?"I grimaced. "Not tonight. That would again be unfair."Nana nodded, then: "Decurion?" Yes?" Welcome to our family."I nodded gravely. "My name is Mark. Actually, it is Marcus -- Marcus Tillotson." I think you should BE Marcus," Nana opined."It really only sounds right when you say it," I replied."Very well. Something to drink, perhaps?" Please," I replied. "Iced tea -- as brewed, not that nasty stuff from a can -- gently sugared. Once this New Way concept had embedded itself so firmly into the town’s culture those of the opposite persuasion started to feel very threatened and thus began to make waves to have the whole thing somehow overturned. Unfortunately, all their efforts completely backfired when the greater populace thought that their New Way lifestyle might come under threat. There was just no way that any of them were going back to wearing clothes again so they forced the mayor into holding a binding referendum. I would get home from work and Mary would leave, and I had to wait through her mothers rituals for a couple of hours before she would finally settle down and go to sleep. She would have to make sure that she took all of her pills and she didn’t shower until before bed and she would have to lotion herself up. The latter would have the entire room smelling of something different every night. If it weren’t for the fact that it was making me stay awake because of her moving I probably would not.