Ellen strolled down the hallway, humming softly to herself. Chase walked about a foot behind her and, though she didn't look back, she knew his eyes were glued to her swaying rear, taking in every detail of her curvacious form. Before he seemed to know it, they were in the kitchen, and he only barely managed to lift his eyes before Ellen had turned. It took him a few moments to realize Ellen was motioning at the fridge. "...