"What are we doing here?" I asked her. "Your dad is pretty sure that the record company is going to call withgood news," she explained. "If we're goin...g to do this Hannah Montanathing, you need a wig like her." Oh," I replied, and started looking around the store."What about something like this?" my mom asked a few minutes later. Ihadn't really found anything that seemed right."Are you serious?" I asked her incredulously. She was holding up a long,blonde wig. It was straight and had some darker. " stammered Helen, reddening."She certainly did," smiled Phillipe innocently, the double entendre unnoticed by his sister and father, but his mother squirming uncomfortably."Did you two have a good visit?" We... uh..." Helen replied, again at a loss for words."Actually she came to have a talk with me," said Phillipe."What would she want to talk with you about?" Oh, you'd be surprised. Actually we found we had a lot to share with each other." Again the statement had a double meaning only for. Hearing the sounds, Nelson asked, “Would you like a back rub?” "Sure,” I said. Nelson downed that last of his beer, got up and then helped me to my feet. Then he led me up the hall to his bed room and told me, “Stretch out my bed. I’ll right back.” Kicking off my Nikes and crawled into the middle of his king size bed. Nelson went to turn out all the lights in the house and when he got back to the bed room, he found me lying on his bed, still in my clothes. "Silly boy. I can't rub you down with. " Yes, well I left a little early and went to get coffee at La Parisi."Jenn spun away from him and covered the receiver part of the cell phone."He wants to know where I am and what I'm doing. I'm supposed to be on my way home."Boris extended his arm and curled his finger; indicating: "Come here."Jenn took a step towards Boris. He turned her and pulled her towards him, wrapping his arms back around her again."Tell him you want him to come here. He needs to go over this shit too." H ... h ....