No questions. Just 'yes'. Until then, we keep upping the ante. Nextdemand: every time you smell a piece of clothing, you must say, out-loud, 'I worshi...p this smell.'" I worship this smell," I repeated, as if in a trance."That's still not 'yes'," she said. "And for every pair of panties,before you wash them, you must plant a nice, worshipful kiss on theinside crotch, at the point where the gusset is the dirtiest." Yes."Kathryn stopped. "What was that?" she asked."Yes," I said, just a bit. “If you can actually walk by Saturday, then I’ll be glad to punish you some more.”I rolled my eyes and scoffed. “Whatever helps you sleep at night,” I said dryly. “If you think this is punishment, maybe you need to step into my house.”“You think you can teach me about pain?” she laughed, rising to the challenge. “Wadda ya got kid? You hit the P90X and think you’re extreme?”I shrugged. “Nothing so mundane,” I said. “You wouldn’t like the kinds of pain I deal in. Let’s just leave it in the gym.. Anna. He stiffened, steeling himself for another confrontation. But, when he shifted on his stool, turning to look at her, he came up short when he saw that it wasn’t Anna standing behind him, but Carmen, the woman he’d flirted with during competition earlier in the day. ‘Mind if I join you?’ she asked, a dimple forming at the corner of her pretty mouth as she smiled at him. Not really in the mood for company, Jason opened his mouth to tell her no, he’d rather drink alone, but then he paused.. Tomorrow, or earlier today, she wondered uneasily? Intuition suggested that earlier today was the safer bet, though she couldn’t have explained why, if asked. Somehow, it just felt right.She had another problem: Rebecca was pretty sure that Mom would be at her bedroom door within seconds of venturing back to 2014, and that wouldn’t do at all. A solution, she thought, was to pop into her bedroom half an hour earlier, with her younger self safely ensconced in the bathroom and Mom downstairs,.