"Ok, let's try this out. Truth or dare?"Nothing happens."Nick, truth or dare?"Nick feels an urge to answer, but before he can even thinkof which one t...o say, he blurts out "Dare". As soon as hesays dare, his head begins thinking of a dare to try. Heknows there's some degree of magic involved as he didn'tsay dare on his own before, so he tries to think ofsomething he normally wouldn't do on his own, or at leastwith out magic."I dare you to...put your sister's sexiest bikini on."Nick knows there's. I'll be happy to stop for breakfast anytime you want." I really don't want to stop for breakfast. The bun and coffee is all I would have at home. Just watching you eat reminds me how I have let myself go." Tom said."Well a good start would be a glass of orange juice," I said. "There is enough left in the cooler," I explained."Why not the longest trip begins with the first mile," he said.True," I agreed. Yes I recognized the old saying that he had attempted to improve. "So I'll take a shower and. Gotcha! Once we were in the main area I answered the phone and then said to her, "Sorryit was a wrong number now what can I do for you?" She pointed to the outside of her left leg and I saw two long scratches inthe leather below her knee. "My friend's dog has ruined this outfit and I wantyou to replace the slacks." I offered to try to repair them but she wouldn't hear of it; nothing woulddo but a new pair. I explained about matching hides and dye lots and that theremight be a shade or so. ”“Lady Grey is in the fitting room, Sir Thomas. Perhaps you wish to wait? May I offer you refreshments, a tea perhaps, or coffee?”“A coffee would be welcome, Mrs. Little. Bartleby?”Bartleby actually blushed. “Yes, Sir Thomas.”“If it’s not too much trouble, can you...”“But of course, Sir Thomas.” She clapped her hands resolutely and a maid in a well tailored uniform appeared. “Two cups of coffee, Bessy, and make’em strong. These are Navy gentlemen.”Thomas shook his head. “This is certainly a.