Sally turned back to James, leaving Aurora to her coffee. "Okay so...that was a lot of lights, but blue means safe right? Means she's gonna be okay with this?"
James bit his lower lip, leaning to the right and grabbing Aurora's attention with a small tap. When she turned and saw the blue card flashing up, she responded with her own shade of blue. Even if it came with an obviously **** smile. He shrugged, still reeling from his sister's kiss. "Uh...yeah. All good, it looks like."
"Think we can get her to agree to stay inside locked up for that date?"
James eyed her playfully, "Thought it might not be necessary?"
Sally shrugged one shoulder, looking up and left. "Well, maybe...but it would be nice. And if she knows, she might not need a babysitter."
"That would simplify things...what if someone comes snooping, though?"
"Don't you have an alarm system?"
"...No.", James looked sheepishly at the carpet.
"Jamie...c'mon. Even without her here, that's just dumb." Sally began her lecture by reclaiming her seat on the couch. The sudden movement reminded her body of her hangover, and she closed her eyes and lay down sideways.
"I can install one, it isn't hard. It's all wireless these days anyway. I'll order it on two day, and set it up quick."
"Good...lemme know where our reservation is, and when you're picking me up."
James almost choked on his own spit. "Wait...you're gonna let Mom see me take you on a date?"
Sally cracked a small smile. "She won't pick up on it...she'll probably just be glad her kids are doing something together again. Like old times."
James tried to let that comfort his sudden panic. It didn't, but Sally probably knew Mom better...they did still live together, after all. He stood up to get on his computer, and take care of everything they'd talked about. "Alright...what kind of restaurants should I look at?"
Sally smiled again. He was pretty spacy...probably a good sign for how this would go. "Steak house, remember?"
"Right...you got it.", James paused before going into his room. He had to steal a glance at her body. The nipple his hand had been on could be seen poking into her shirt. He had to **** himself to look away to get things done.
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