She might want to go swimming. Can I go, Mom? Please? Mrs. Thomas laughed and put the knife down, looking up at her daughter. Well, arent you even goi...ng to invite her in? Or are you going to make her stand out there in this unbearable heat while you guess about what she wants? she asked, shaking her head in amusement. Sam let herself get too excited about what might happen sometimes, and today was no exception. Sams fair complexion turned scarlet and she covered her mouth with her hand. Oops!. .. also for the umpteenth time. "Like I told you Danny, mom's really come out of her shell, she's more like her old self, though you've actually never seen her quite the same way I remember seeing her. So when you do see her next, you'll notice a remarkable difference, trust me." I figured I'd let that one play out, especially as I heard mom's door open and close, though Danny was too engrossed in the photo of mom and I in a scissors lock, cunts pressed together, rubbing ... fucking one another. ‘I can’t put my weight on it! Oh DAMN it! Hurts so flippin’ bad!’ She glanced down to make her point, and the others saw now that the bad foot was peeking out from behind her gown as she held it off the floor, now resembling a clubbed foot. The audience hooted and howled their appreciation as the final curtain fell. Greg knew something was amiss just by the different way ‘Christine’ was resisting this time around. He strode over to Ashley just as a number of people moved off for the curtain. ”“You? Liam, do you mean... ?”“Yes. Fergie was a bit surprised when I sat opposite him at the table but he soon warmed to the idea, basically challenging me to a battle of wills.”“That ... And the workers let you represent them?”“Yes. Isn’t that amazing?”“That is perhaps less amazing than that you negotiated for them but not by much.” They laughed, ate more cheese, and stole kisses between sips of coffee.“Liam, are you ready for our night to end?” Meredith’s whisper would not have carried past.