”“Okay, Mrs. H. I’ll be here,” replied Ana somewhat nervously.“Don’t worry. It’s all good. See you then.” And she breezed out the door...that led to the garage.“That could be ominous,” said Ana.“She’s probably just going to have the talk with you.”“The talk?”“Yeah, Susan likes to talk about sex with someone before she sleeps with them. She’ll go over what you like and dislike, what turns you on, what your absolute no-noes are. If you’re into S&M or bondage, she’ll discuss a safe word. That kind. " he said contritely, "I should have asked you if you wanted one." He hurried to take her usual mug from the cupboard and poured it three-fourths full.Brad took his coffee hot and black but Ashley needed the strong brew dilated a bit. She took a small carton of cream from the refrigerator and mixed in enough to fill the mug to the brim. She tasted it cautiously. It was just cool enough to drink.Ashley took a seat at the kitchen table, hoping Brad would sit across from her as he usually did, but. Just as I was going off I worried suddenly about what if the hospital needed to reach me. But then I thought they had my cell number, too, I'd given it to them as part of the packet of paperwork they'd had me fill out, so when they couldn't reach me at home they'd try that, too. At least I hoped so. And on that I slept.It was nearly full dark again outside when I finally bestirred myself. It took me a minute or so to get oriented, I was at first confused by awaking in a strange setting. But in. " I'm recommending no action. I'll have a word with the Butterfields." He closed his notebook and slipped into his jacket's inside pocket. "I'll tell you what I'll tell them -- attempting to use this office by filing false or misleading reports is something that can have consequences. Filing a false police report is a crime." You don't need to worry about us," Hollis replied."Understood. If you'd be interested in qualifying as a foster parent for Annie..." I don't want Hollis as a foster dad,".