...... It so happened that one day I would be walking to her end of town, as we wandered toward her home, she started to talk about her Ex-husband, to...ching my arm as she blethered on about how she was lonely and hadn't really interacted with others for a long time, her hand touching mine momentarily by accident or so I thought, her house nearing, Kate asked me in for a "cup of coffee" now she knows I hate coffee, opening the door she walks into the living room, I shut the door as she sits. .”“Easy, stud,” she chided him after a mouthful of toast and lemon preserves, “right now I’m mostly just worried that he’s gone and Mom’s in trouble and I don’t know what we’re supposed to do but just sit here and worry...”Finch looked down at the crumbs on his plate, picking up the biggest one and popping it into his mouth. “Worry and be hungry, I suppose. These rations are pathetic...”“They have to ration, Finch. No idea how many people are here who might need to stay in this bunker for days. She met his gaze candidly and unafraid. She smiled. “Accidently touching hands while you are both grabbing for more sounds nice as well.”“It’s romantic.”“Yes,” she said again, her mouth savoring the end of the word, drawing it out. He loved to hear her say yes. He hoped to hear her say it again. Many times.She continued, “That is a nice moment, the touching of the hands. Unfortunately I do not have a date for tonight. I am here by myself.” A brief glance down. She was taking a chance now, as he. In all of these club rooms (which rather were at least 5-room-apartments for each club) was strict dress code almost everywhere.Without wearing rubber, or black leather at least, no-one was allowed tosee more than the club halls. In this cottage she could really live herfavors. Now each day, after school, in the afternoon, she hurried home,changed clothes from normal to rubber (mostly she wore rubber underwearunderneath her normal clothes), to spend her spare-time in the club,just relaxing or.