You wonder how much of the hold is devoted to this man's beer.You start to correct him, but have come to take the term as a nickname more than a title... Though it does slightly sting. You're a mere grad student, not a doctor. The researcher in charge is back on land, along with the rest of the (all-female) graduate team. The dirty old fart could've at least spared one of the girls to accompany you. Fuck, the old man would probably die if one of them even just flashed her tits at him."Yeah," you. Roger, and surprisingly, his wife. Mary Reed. His boss, a few friends from work. Greg and Amy. Andrea. His… fiancées… friends and co-workers, people he’d met maybe once and barely knew. What were they doing here? Every pair of eyes seemed to bore into him, full of concern and understanding, silently assuring him that they were there for him, that he could take as much time as needed to get better and come back, safe and whole Safe and whole. He’d lost two-thirds of himself, and the remainder. Slowly and with great care, he moved down my body. As he kissed each curve, I inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly, breathing him in. He looked soulfully into my eyes as the tip of his tongue teased my nipple. He took it into his mouth, sucking on it ever so lightly as it began to harden. He moved rhythmically with the rise and fall of my chest. He kissed me between my breasts and glided his tongue over my stomach, stopping to nibble my hip mischievously. I grinned from the tinge of sensual pain. . She and her man sat two tables away, and I thought I caught her trying to look my way but didn't want to be too obvious about it. When I went back for a few more items of food I had in mind from my first trip, I made sure I faced the woman, with her man's back toward me. While I replaced the tongs, her eyes met mine and she broke out in a wide smile. I smiled back instinctively, then glanced over at Cheryl, whose attention was thankfully elsewhere. Last night's lover and I shared a long, secret.