"Allow me," Ratchet reached out, held his hand in a cup that Sam reluctantly crawled into, if only to make his mother stop saying the word sex.

This was the point I had to bite my lip to keep from keeling over laughing at making my fellow graduate students wonder what the Hell was wrong with me. Sam's mom is priceless. Bossing around Ratchet (and I could so, so see it) was great. I am desperately curious to know what Bee is hiding from Sam. I'm so glad you picked this back up.