Eileen motioned to them. "I've never gotten roses from anyone before. They're truly beautiful. Again, thank you – the both of you."We thought you mi...ght like them," Jill responded with a smile.Eileen tore her eyes away from the roses. "I could do the packing myself and meet you at the airport in the morning," she tried to reason.Bill's two wives were having none of it. They weren't going to let her out of their sight lest she change her mind. "How many suitcases do you have?" Kathy wanted to. Mom Breen went to the stove and lifted the lid on a large pot simmering there. Misti recognized her soup, Mom Breen told her, " I'm trying to make it like you do. How about you giving me a taste test?" She dipped a ladle in and took a good amount out, blowing on it to cool it. Satisfied, she held it out to Misti, who took a good taste. "Very GOOD, Mama, but it needs a bit more oyster sauce." She reached up in the cabinet to get the bottle. "You almost can never put too much oyster sauce in it.. This week has been wonderful. We've had so much fun, and we've taken the time to know each other. That means a great deal to me." She paused, and looked down at her hands, resting on the table. Timidly she continued, "I don't want us to be apart, either."Gently cupping his hand under her chin, he lifted her face, so he could look into her eyes. "Say that again, Darling, and look me in the eye when you do."She looked at his handsome face, and reached out, and stroked his cheek with her. She continued whispering her reassurance."There, there," she whispered, "That's better my little sissy. Now don'tyou ever go denying yourself satisfaction again, you must be milked atleast twice and more probably three times a day to avoid the build up ofany unnecessary tensions. You're a sissy now, and sissies need specialcare. Just remember that if Wendy or Harriet cannot be there to help you,there is a special sissy help line."She reached into her bag, tore a page from her diary then penned.