Fifty Shades of Grey - Chapter 19

Might as well get through this as fast as I can.

Grey wakes up an exhaused Ana because they are to have dinner with his entire family. Apparently, she is supposed to wear the same clothes she wore before their trip to the 'Red Room of Pain', underwear and all. Slightly gross, this. Also, Ana is short of her panties because Grey pocketed them (after sniffing them, of course).

He wants me to be embarrassed and ask for my panties back, and he'll either say yes of no. My inner goddess grins at me. Hell...two can play that particular game. Resolving there and then not to ask him for them and not give him that satisfaction, I shall go meet his parents sans culottes. Anastasia Steele! My subconscious chides me, but I don't want to listen to her - I almost hug myself with glee because I know this will drive him crazy.

After a dance to Frank Sinatra singing 'Witchcraft' - and yes, Grey is an awesome dancer! - they head down to the waiting car. Ana, not surprisingly, starts to panic about her missing underpants. She is almost outside with No Panties!

It gets worse for her, still. She realizes that 'Mrs. Robinson' has even taught him to dance and she has nothing to teach him.

I have no special skill.

No shit.

Thinking back on her first brush with Grey's sexual specialties, she muses

I want to be with him. My inner goddess sighs with relief. I reach the conclusion that she rarely uses her brain to think but another vital part of her anatomy, and at the moment, it's a rather exposed part.

At the Grey household with everyone in attendence - including little sister Mia - she then realizes that Grey only brought her along because Elliot came with Kate. During conversation it comes up that Ana wants to go to Georgia to visit her mother and she negleted to inform Grey about this. Uh-oh. If that wasn't enough to piss Grey off, Kate - ever the bitch - asks about Ana's meeting with José the previous Friday. Bet he is really mad now!

Dinner gets served by one Gretchen. A blond pigtailed girl from some unspecified European country, that obviously adores Grey (and who wouldn't?). I would like to take this moment to point out that nobody in Europe is called Gretchen. Nobody! Gretchen (much like 'Madchen') is a typically US American name that we in the German-speaking world find ridiculous.

Fortunately, he seems oblivious to her, but my inner goddess is smoldering and not in a good way.