She looked twenty years younger."Thank you honey. This place does wonders for you believe me," whispered her mom as she winked at her. Deborah couldn'...t help but smile.They grabbed Deborah's bags and went into the house. They spent the day catching up with each others events in their lives. That night Deborah's mom made a fancy dinner and drinks that had Deborah fairly tipsy. As they sat by the fireplace Debs mom near her she asked:"Honey how are things going with you...really?"Deborah's bit her. Thankfully, the waiter appears and shows us to our table. As I get off the stool and turn around, you can’t help but check out my firm butt. My dress clings to me and you immediately focus on my neck again. We sit down at our table, the waiter reads the specials and we order some food and wine. As he leaves, you accidentally drop your napkin. As you bend down to pick it up, you can’t help but look at my long, slim legs. And for a split second you’re Michael Douglas in Basic Instinct or at least. Something will have to break, and I’m afraid it will be her body,” I explained.I knew in my heart she was on something. It was early enough for her to break away by herself, if she had the will. If not, we could get her some help, but I was determined to do something before she put my way of life at risk. Yes it was selfish of me, but the two motives dovetailed.“The growing season ends after thanksgiving. We can send her home then, if she doesn’t clean up her act,” I suggested. “It is a threat. “How long have you been here? How are you feeling?”“A while. I had a headache and took some Tylenol around four. Wasn’t sleepy.”“So, you came out here?”“Lots of stuff on my mind. This is a good place to think.”“Do I snore?”“A little. You smiled a bunch. It was like watching a cat sleep.”“Great. How long are we going to wait for her? I need to use the litter box.”“Nice. Shhh. Here she comes.”“Mom? How come you didn’t answer? Is it okay if I have pizza? I like it cold.” And that’s when she saw.