After an awkward moment, he did manage to say thank you for the invitation, but the idea was so overwhelming that he thought it bet if he reserved his... reply until another day.Later, after dessert and more small talk, Mrs. James stood up from her chair and extended her hand to Kyle. "Kyle, I want to thank you for coming this evening. It was really a pleasure to see you again. I hope that you will accept our invitation for the coming weekend. Sarah has asked that we save some time for her this. Anyway, I'm going to change. Talk about school or something; I'll only be a few minutes." So, Amber, what grade are you in and what do you want to be when you grow up." You're funny Henry. All grown-ups ask the same questions when they don't know what to say, so I'll give you my standard answer. Right now I just want to enjoy my life as a girl almost thirteen. I don't have any future plans but I like to cook with Grandpa-Ralph, so maybe I'll be a chef. I like dancing. Were you really a dancer,. She laughed as she said “only if you beg for me to stop”. I refused to beg but she refused to stop. My mate ended up walking into the kitchen to grab a glass of water and he asked what was up? As he knew about what happened we agreed to fill him in on the details. We discussed with him how I wanted him to stop but she wanted something in return. My mate thought that perhaps it should end foot related? We both thought we’d listen to what he was gonna suggest. I said how I’d do anything other. Becky, satisfied with the measurements, folded her notebookand just turned and left. Leaving me alone with those strange, smilingwomen. The tall woman pointed to what appeared to be a type ofbarber's chair and said, 'Sit'. Obeying, I meekly complied. That wasthe dumbest thing that had ever done in my young life. As soon as Isat in that chair, the young women pounced. I hadn't noticed thestraps hanging from numerous parts of the chair. Before I realized it,I was strapped very snugly to.