You should think about it!Me: I will. Now if you excuse us we have the stuff to do.Guy: Of course sir. Have a good day.The guy left.Amy: Sounds like a...great way of making money daddy!Me: Honey, I don’t want to think about that anymore. These people are pervs, you can’t trust them.Amy: Okay, I guess you’re right. Come on, give me your phone. You still owe me a picture, remember?Me: Oh right! I almost forgot. All right! Whenever you want.She took my phone and was ready to take my pic.Amy: And…. Izzy was puzzled as she wondered what they were referring to. They weren't mad, it was more like..."We're jealous, Izzy. Okay?" Vickie said to her. "When I felt you and Michael, I wanted to join you so bad I could hardly sleep. But when you woke us this morning with all that love between you and Mikeya and Michael, it was ... well, it was almost painful!" I don't understand. I didn't ask her to join us. And I didn't mean to touch her. It's just that it was like she was begging someone to play. When it had finally filled, I plunged my head into its frigid sanctuary and soaked it there until I couldn’t hold my breath any longer. I then pulled my face back up, in a little less pain and slightly more refreshed, grabbed a washcloth from the vanity and soaked it in the water. I rubbed the cool wet cloth along my neck as I leaned on the basin with my left hand and sighed. ‘You’re supposed to be dead,’ croaked a voice from behind me. I turned, wincing in pain as I did so. He lay in the tub. ‘Anything, baby,’ I whisper, kissing you softly, ‘Anything I can do.’ Another brush of my lips against your own. ‘Anything for you. You want to sit towards the back, we sit towards the back. You want Raisinettes, you get them. What else can I do for you, hmmmm?’ ‘Mmmmm,’ you grin, turning back to the screen. ‘Let me think about that.’ You hug my arm tighter, taking a bit more popcorn as the trailers come up. (‘Green Lantern, FUCK YES,’ I cheer softly. You roll your eyes.) As the movie.