“Huh? Uh, maybe some music?” Emma said uncertainly. Jess smile faded just a bit.“Absolutely. Slave Aaron, can you turn on the radio?” Jess sai...d to me. I went and did so, putting on the local light rock station. Something by Bryan Adams started softly in the background.“Mistress, I was actually thinking more along the lines of Slave Aaron and me providing entertainment for you two,” Jess said. Emma looked at her blankly, still not getting it. Brent was ignoring the exchange. Struggling to. ‘He scares me.’ He looked into her eyes, in the mirror, something that was completely out of character since the crash, enough that she worried Michael was yet again gone. Somehow, however, she still recognized him and it sent a surge of hope through her…he was talking to her, directly, not absently, as if from a distance. But his words frightened her. ‘He is dangerous, Angela. To me…to you. He doesn’t like either of us.’ Angela forced herself to breathe…’Keep brushing, Michael…relax and take. When we arrived at the restaurant we checked in it was super fancy and we sat down at the table and started a conversation. "I notice your daughter and my son have a very particular relationship" my mom asked. "Not really when you live in the upper class nobodies questions what you do. And you have maids and butlers to take care of all your needs for you." Beth's mom spoke pleasantly smiling."For example in this restaurant it has bathrooms that have servers to wait on you and wipe your butt.". He couldn’t get away from me quick enough. He didn’t was to have anyone think that he was dating the ‘fat girl’, but that he was with the other.’ ‘Oh so that’s why you left so abruptly.’ ‘I thought that I had stayed long enough so I left.’ ‘Well I don’t care I think that you should come anyway, you might surprised.’ ‘If for nothing else at least come for the free drinks before dinner and if you find that you guys aren’t getting along, by dinner then I guess I’ll just assume when you go to the.