Becky giggled at his question, her fingers tracing lightly over his shirt, but stopping when she reached the waistband of his jeans.  She knew he'd let her see all of what he was wearing, but she felt uncomfortable straying too low, and so she contented herself with staying above his waist.<br/><br/>"You look good, and I like the shirt," she complimented, ready to go check and see if Mom was ready, and looking forward to having some fun with the two people she loved the most, and enjoy the time she stil had left with Jaimie. Tonight she wasn't going to think about his leaving soon, but simply have fun being with him, and worry about how she'd deal with his leaving later on.