After a minute or so, she sat back down but this time with her back against the arm of the couch and her feet in Steve’s lap while she held her phon... and thumbed out a text Steve assumed was a reply to Debby. She obviously didn’t want Steve looking over her shoulder while she texted his daughter.For the next half hour, Steve rubbed Mandi’s bare legs and pretended to be interested in the TV while she focused on her phone. Finally she looked up.“Sorry. We just have a lot to catch up on,” the girl. She loves them. When I was a kid this was a perk, but by the time you’re my age sitting around the dining room table with a miniature plastic fireman’s hat perched on your head and your entire family blowing noisemakers and spit at you gets a little old. The problem was Mom liked to relive her youth by making her kids to look like idiots. And it wasn’t easy getting out of her idea of celebrating in style. I’d been trying for years and the only time I’d managed was the year I came down with mono. “What have we taught you about telling us what to do?”The red-faced mother hung her head. “You and Tommy make decisions for me.”“And?” Robert menaced her with a raised palm.“I’ll earn a beating.” Tears flowed into her eyes.“Pull down your panties and lean over Tommy’s desk.”The subdued housemom pouted like a little girl. She reached under her skirt and dragged her white panties to her ankles. They made it difficult to turn around and reach the desk, but that was probably Robert’s intention.. " The Sargent held his cupped hands out in front of this chest."Other than that?" I was chuckling at the extreme size he was suggesting."The investigators think they're enough alike to be part of a genetic experiment. Either they all have the same mother or the same father. I'll admit they're not the brightest bulbs in the ceiling ... but they do pretty well with what they got." You might look into Jason's ancestry, there's something about him that's just plain wrong. His accent isn't your.