With a shrug of acceptance of the inevitable, she perched her pretty backside on the table end, laid back and lifted her legs to her chest, her mother...and mine taking hold of one ankle and a hand apiece, both Rose and Sam at the head of the table resting their hands gently but firmly on her shoulders, and Rose uttering soothing comments as I slowly placed my old JT to her hot but downy slot. I could feel the eyes of the women boring into me, none more-so than Sam, who I knew would be weighing. “I know” Gail replied, “I would want to be in the South of France in a village called St Paul de Vance, little artist community and the local food is great. The best time to be there is late summer afternoons when the men play boulles and you can sit with a pastis and soak up the sun. “And the meal” Paul asked. O, that will have to be the local poultry dish, I cannot remember what they call it but it has lots of wine, garlic and small onions in. That with a good red wine. That is what I would. It was almost night and she had to cook. She told me to watch the TV as she finished cooking for us. I was watching some romantic movie as she cooked. After some time, she asked me if I want to bathe? For which I said yes and she turned on the heater for me. After about 20 minutes, I decided to take a shower and went to the bathroom. On my way, I walked past her and she was busy cooking some delicious item. I went behind her and hugged her in a romantic way from behind. She said, ” baby, I am. "What's going on with you? Is- is it your mom?"And I laugh softly, because it's never been my mom. That's sort of what she's known for – not being anything. And I wish I could tell her – tell her that I love her, and that it's killing me. But I'm scared. And I know, I'm Sam Puckett and I'm not afraid of anything! But I'm scared of this. So it's easier to just look away and pretend things are fine. It's only bravery if you're scared to do it in the first place. And I've always been a.