Ginger was sitting on Allen's lap when Amy reached the table. "Oh, Amy!" she said, "You've got such a yummy husband!" I think you mean 'scummy', dahli...ng." What's the matter, 'honey'?" Allen asked. "Afraid someone might be interested in me while you're out there copping feels while you dance?"Amy made a face and pulled her chair out to sit down."Hey!" Grant barked out. "Did your husband give you permission to sit?" I don't *need* my husband's permission to sit." She started to seat herself, but. We three were up early because the AI awakened us with a notification that the children were up and that we needed to deal with them.Well, this being Christmas morning, what were the AIs expecting? Obviously they missed out on various human traditions ... like sneaking down as early as possible to find something under the tree!Kate climbed out of our bed and told us "I'll keep the kids out of the way for you two while you make sure that Tami has enough, is that all right?"I smiled and nodded.. You’re making fucking rookie mistakes. I wanna show you how to do it right. All of it. I mean, he can’t be all that satisfying for you…uh…what’s your name?” “Amy, moron! So you mean…you expect me to…you want me…you fucking pig!” She grabbed the nearest pillow and sent it sailing through the air, letting a few inches of cleavage slip out from behind the sheet as she did. It spun end over end, straight past Frank’s head and landed in the hall. Alan moved before he knew he was doing it. He blinked. Complicating the issue was that we didn't know for a fact that the UAV was acting for the FBI. The only indication of that was the timing of its appearance being concurrent with other activities known to be FBI. That's why my idea had two stages, because the first stage was to find out for sure which organization was responsible for the UAV spying on us. Only then could Stage Two be used against the culprits. Given the nature of my suggested Stage Two, the results of Stage One had to be.