“I fucking hate you,” she muttered, though the flare from the edge of the stars she called eyes, was unmistakable.“I hate you in exactly that sa...e way,” and kissed her nose.She smiled and paraphrased me from the first time I had kissed her nose, “I am safe with you.”She sighed and rested her cheek against the wall. I unhooked the hand-held shower head and after washing my hands, rinsed her back down using her shower pouffe. When this was complete, I kissed her shoulder and turned her around.. I’m sorry, it’s just been a really long day,’ she finally admitted as she let her gaze fall to the menu in front of her. ‘Probably half dreaming is all. Uh… could I just get the stuffed potato? And coffee. Definitely coffee.’ She smiled apprehensively at the waitress and was relieved to see the excuse had been accepted. The waitress smiled cheerfully, wrote down the order and breezed back towards the kitchen, the swinging door making a muted whuh-whump behind her. Helen rested her head back. ’ ‘Your mom likes Van Morrison?’ I prodded. ‘She’s played his greatest hits until she practically wore out the CD.’ Emily replied. I just grinned wider. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Chrissy’s expression and nearly bust out laughing as she tried to look aloof, the twinkle in her eye giving her away. ‘Well there are some other great musicians from that era you might like. Maybe I can suggest a few for you to listen to.’ I said. ‘Do you play too?’ She asked surprised. ‘Not guitar. I play. She washed, and conditioned her hair. Then washed her perfect body. She carefully dried herself. Then her hair.When she came back into the bedroom, she put on a black bra, and matching thong. No garter belt, or nylons. And went to get something to eat. This time Jim watched her walk through the living room into the kitchen. The living room was completely different from his, completely feminine. She drank some kind of breakfast drink, and again the toaster pastry. When she made it back to the.