Her hand clutched Melissa's even tighter. "Um... Is this what you intended honey?" Donovan was silent for a moment as he looked around him, a look of ...concentration on his face. "I..." He glanced at each of his family members in turn and gulped, "I'm not sure." In truth, Donovan was becoming very scared and wished that he'd never tried out his machine. A part of him had never expected it to work, but it definitely did. He just wasn't quite sure if it was working the way he wanted or what he'd do. There were only four other customers in the the place.“Just because she divorced you don’t mean she’s not a good waitress,” said Sal, taking up Jill’s cause.“I’m just afraid she’ll do something to the food. Nancy here is knocked up with my baby, and I don’t want nothing to happen to it. I been wanting a baby for a long time. That bitch you hired just couldn’t give me one.”Jill bit her tongue. She couldn’t believe he’d said it. He’d always been snide, and mean, both to her and to others. His own. That’s never how it really is, though. He’s so into himself. He takes himself really seriously and thinks he’s some kind of athlete. It’s funny. I just am who I am - how I look - if he doesn’t notice, well, other men sure do.Mason insisted we do lessons all day and then only get on the slope after that, and then only the beginner one. I’ve learned to ignore him. I can ski just fine. He’s the timid one. Usually, he doesn’t even notice me when we’re together. He just talks on and on about his. I mean that's what short skirts are for is to get attention. And attention I was getting. So when I could I would bend and lean way down close to the table. Witch put my ass up higher and as close to his face as I could get away with. A couple of time's out of the corner of my eye I saw begin to reach up. He would catch himself and put his hand back down. I chuckled to myself. I really started to play with him. I had a couple of other spectators also that were paying pretty close.