Our steward huddled with Millie for a little while, getting up to speed on their dining needs, allergies, and favorite dishes.Colleen took her daddy t... the salon and they caught up over a drink, while Rebecca stuck with Millie and the steward.At loose ends, I took the opportunity to sit by the top deck's rail, and let the sun work its magic on my mood. Even with all of my family at hand, it hurt to think of more surgery, more mind-blowing pain, and more of the undignified process of dying.My. The rules we'd agreed to yesterday had been fairly simple. We'd watch the game together, and wait until half time. Whoever's team wasn't winning at half time, then had to go change into the outfit given to them, and wear it for the rest of the match. Rachel had expressed her limits on what I could choose in a very straightforward manner. Nothing that would get her arrested, other than that, I was to use my imagination. I'd told her the same, and the twinkle she'd got in her eyes suggested that. The last time I drove that was...” I sighed, “Stephie’s funeral nine years ago.”“You still love her.”“I do; as we both do Jorge. And there’s no way I can fail to mention Birgit Andersson and Nick Evans, either. But let’s not be morose. Why don’t we put in a CD?”Jessica pulled out the large CD wallet we’d loaded with a mix of songs and flipped through it.“Raffi?” she teased.“If I hear Baby Beluga one more time, I think I’ll scream!” I chuckled. “Fortunately, Stephie is in the Quinns’ van with. " My voice dropped to a mumble as I hung my head. "Oh, so you wanted to see what my boots felt like, did you? What onearth made you think that you were worthy of trying on my boots, youworthless scum?! Well, you're going to be punished, all right. If youwanted to see what it felt like to wear your Mistress' boots, I'm goingto make sure you know well! Get those boots off, NOW, and get out ofthose worthless clothes." The zippers worked fine now that I was being more patient, and I.