. the anglophile in me can't help but try to keep up with all this crazy new stuff you kids are doing these days," Watson grins, downing the last of h...r Irish coffee. Holmes glances at the rest of her mocha, but opts to leave it half-consumed as she heads out, followed by the mathematician."You ever get into any of it?" the redheaded detective wonders."I like the jazzier and reggae stuff a bit more. Didn't figure you as a mainstream kinda girl," Watson stuffs her hands into her jeans, feeling. -One week later-I was always thinking to myself: He hasn’t called. He won’t text me. He talks to Mom still. Not me. What did I do wrong? I feel awful if he’s mad at me about that night. I hope he’s not mad. I want it to continue. I don’t want it to be a one night stand. I pray to God he’s not mad at me. He texted me right when I got out of school. I was so relieved. I opened the message, and it said “Hey Cass. I’m not mad. But I want to not talk for just a little bit. I still love you. Don’t. Mom sat with me, both of us eating the pizza that she had ordered.During this sitting — mother could not take her eyes from me. When I looked at her, she would smile gently and then turn toward the television. I wondered what she may be thinking? I prayed it wasn’t something crazy like calling Cathy Summers’ parents or the school! Parents do stupid things like that sometimes.It was dark outside when I turned off the television, disgusted at the loss of hours to moronic programming. The ice was. " Is that a...?" Tim gawked, seeing the black boned garment under hisdress through the zipper."Corset cincher kind of thing," said Jacob, shaking his head, reachingback and holding the zipper apart. "Just pull the laces please anddon't make a big deal." Jeezz," gulped Tim, pulling the laces open. "How long you been inthat?" Well I've been sleeping in it lately, but as much as I can and ahhhhthat's good," Groaned Jacob. "Turn around please." Oh sure," gulped Tim, spinning away."Look I started.