He wanted to face his ugly, scarred and ‘pinkyless’ hands without hating them, without going into a fit. He turned his hands this way and that and...slowly clasped them together then separated them again. He ran his fingers over the spot where both his pinkies used to be. He flexed each and every one of his fingers and felt some tight feelings around the joints but still manageable if he didn’t over flex them. Next he picked up the pair of scissors, which he found in his drawer and gave it a few. ”“That makes sense,” he said. “Consider it done. What else?”“You may have to move a few of the boxes that Cile and I were sorting through while she was here. I can’t remember if I picked all of them up off the floor when we were done.”“Anyplace in particular that you want me to put the boxes?”“Just put them on the workbench. I’ll put them on the right shelves this weekend.”“I’m still not jazzed about you driving that far by yourself,” Tyler told her. “I wish I could come with you.”Katie smiled. I looked at him and asked him what he thought. He stammered out a very nice so I gave my wife a little smack on the bottom. I liked that, my wife said. I looked over at Frank and said, Why dont you give it a little tap Frank. I could see his hard-on coming through his pants. He reached out and gave her butt a little squeeze. I looked at him and said nice eh. He nodded. I walked over to the bar and got everyones drink order. I poured everything out, giving my wife a little extra, and handed. "Seriously?" Janet asked. "You're wearing THAT to work?" Seriously?" Lindsay replied. "You're wearing THAT to sit around thehouse?" Janet simply smirked as her daughter gestured to her long t-shirt and leggings, before sighing and tugging down the hem of her ownshort black skirt."See you later," Janet said to her red-faced daughter as she left thehouse, leaving Janet to muse once again on how the influence of twogenetically male people like herself and Ellie had caused a formertomboy like.