Pull upa chair."Taylor considered the idea for a moment. He'd known a few internetgamers who had gotten their nails done in order to make thempresenta...le on-camera. Besides, he wanted to stay on Aunt Agnes' goodside, and it's not like anyone would ever find out."Okay, why not?" Taylor shrugged and pulled a chair with armrests nextto Aunt Agnes's. "Just don't paint them pink or anything..."Taylor sat down as Deb finished up Aunt Agnes' nails. Then she startedwork on Taylor's as Agnes blew on her. As luck would have it, the drive was beautiful, until I hit her two-mile long driveway. Then the snow came down like a blizzard.Heather greeted me warmly and she had dinner already prepared. We had an elegant time, wining and dining, until the fireplace drew our attention. Then, the power went out.Heather sighed and said, "Well, I guess that's that."I offered to get some firewood and made the trek to her shed. When I returned with an armload, she had comforters and pillows all laid out before. Didn’t roll around in anyone else’s tresh!Specially not your mom.Like. That was gross.She was your mom. Brash shuddered at the very thought. Ew!“And now, to enjoy my totally not suspicious reward for arriving in the super duper not a trap!” Brash said, cheerfully, sliding his palm through the golden coins. Then he gasped, melodramatically, like an extremely bad actor trying to show off how shocked and appalled they were. “Oh noes!” He picked up one of the golden coins, then snapped it in half.. What was happening tome? Why couldn't I fight back against this? I felt weak, helpless. I feltfear. I started to cry.The minutes ticked by, and I somehow found the strength to replace Maria'spanties on my face and totter back up the stairs to the sitting room. Istood quietly outside for the first chime of twelve o'clock, listening atthe door. Annabelle's reasonable tones could just be heard. "Remember thehormones will be cranking up the emotions...." Just the moment to cement our permanent.