Her body is telling her to be excited, but she knows she should be worried. Stacy bows her head slightly and enters the house. She immediately notices... the marble foyer entrance, which turns into a beautiful, dark, hardwood floor. Cara notices the slight look of betrayal Stacy wears on her face. "I'm sorry. Did I not mention I'd be the one employing you?" She giggles. "How on Earth did I forget to mention that? Please forgive my silly neglect." Stacy doesn't know how to react. She's clearly. “You are torturing me. But let me get back to cocktail theory. Have you any idea how a cocktail works?” “Its wet and you drink it?” Kate asked. “But why does a cocktail of multiple ingredients taste better than any of the ingredients by itself? Quite a few ingredients are practically undrinkable by themselves.” Kate shook her head. She had never really considered such questions. As often happened when talking to A. she was caught up wondering just what it was that drove him to spend time on. And I wasn't being a hypocrite. When Tasha played there was a good chance that she could find someone and fall for him, but there was no chance of that happening on my end. None of the ones I was playing with were a threat to Tasha. None of them would be taking me away from her. I will admit that if Tasha was gone Gail or Nancy (or even Pauline if what she had with Gary fell apart) would have a shot, but only if Tasha was for sure gone.Of course I could be way off base here. Maybe she was doing. I just said well ermm she said spit it out then I said I loved dressing like this & nice I could all the time but I know mum would kill me if she knew well then my s*s said what would you say if I told her I said no please I pleaded with her not to I love mum I don't want to hurt her after everything she been through with our late dad,then all of a sudden my heart stopped when I heard my mum say well he does look nice dressed like that I ran to the bathroom in shame knowing she knew now,I.