It's your fault though, so I guess I will not feel bad, Sam thought chuckled softly to herself and then padded silently to the closet. She shrugged t...e sundress over her head and walked to the door.Sam walked down the hallway, through the living room and in to the kitchen beyond. Amy was sitting at a bar that joined the kitchen counter."Well, hello sleepy head," she said with laughter in her voice.Sam just looked her, but said nothing.Amy ignored Sam's silence and continued the one-sided. "You got a long ways to go, Freddie Bartholomew," he said."Brumbelow," I corrected. What was it with people wanting to call me Bartholomew? I figured I'd better pretty soon look that guy up on Google, find out exactly what the story was with him."Brumbelow, right," Bowman said. "Sorry. What I was saying, you got a long ways to go, but, jeez, kid, I think maybe you can do it, if you want it bad enough." You really think so?" Hell, yes! Hell, yes, I really think so! I mean, it's gonna be hard,. It was dark in the bedroom, enough that I was working by feel as much as by sight. That was fine, for now - I'd seen her in the light before; that was why I was here in her bedroom tonight.I'd taken the usual precautions, of course. I knew that nobody else was going to arrive, and that any sounds in the bedroom wouldn't even make it down the hall, much less next door; still, I had quietly locked the bedroom door before undressing.She was a light sleeper - when I stripped the covers back, she. "We followed Gina into the kitchen which was really part of the great room that made up the kitchen, dining and living rooms. The kitchen was separated from the dining area by a long counter. We sat at the counter on high stools and watched her work.First she took an immaculately white chef's jacket from her oversized bag along with a pair of flats and then she pulled her short blonde hair back in a ponytail. She looked the part; that was for sure. Then she rummaged through the pantry and.