I wasn't sure I liked what I smelled."Stop picking those nails or I'llhave to repaint them for you." my new mother snapped at me.She pressed the *1* b...tton on the control, enough for a short sharpshock.I jumped a little bit from the shock. Apparently I was not even allowedbad habits. "Well, what did your Amber do while she was bored?"I walked into the kitchen, and saw a small bowl of pasta primaverawaiting for me. I hate that stuff -- the roasted vegetables, theabsolute lack of meat. It. The background had a large flag, not of the United States but the United Nations. To the sides we saw flagpoles with flags of almost every country known.We stood at the back of the bus at attention as the American national anthem played, followed by the special music signifying that the President was going to make an appearance. President Sparkman walked onto the platform and greeted everybody and us in particular.The speech went on for twenty minutes. Nikita Khrushchev came next and spoke at. I can feel my voice box tighten, ready to take on the raspy quality that comes with ?The Voice?. I watch as her hands tighten their grips on the arms of her chair, her knuckles going white. I stop 3 paces from her chair.?Kneel.? My voice is deep, the word perfectly annunciated.She does not move, so I repeat: ?Kneel.? My voice is even, almost slow. It is not a whisper, it is very conversational with enough conviction to let her know I am in no mood for games. Still, she does not move. . "Please tell me I don't?" Uuumm," said Gary getting the point. "Sure." Thank you," replied Lee, taking a breath then pointing to his cheek. "Akiss on the cheek for show I guess is ok, and I assume what choice do Ihave but to hold hands if we're to pull this shit off, right?" Whatever you say is fine, and thank you for doing this," said Gary,nodding. "But you're still so so beautiful, so trust me it's a complimentthat any guy would love to kiss you. It may be weird, but it's not a badthing,.