Oh God! That necklace around her sleek neck. Now she is walking towards Helen, her gaze never wavering. Tall and lithe, her movements are unhurried, e...ch step declaring the self-satisfied ease of the congenitally beautiful. Her low cut dress displays a full cleavage that draws Helen's eyes to the rise and fall of her self-satisfied breasts. Hair shoulder length and coiffured to perfection, ethereal and argent. Her cute snub-nose is a relic of childhood made cruel in maturity by sensual,. A booth was fairly private,and the food was heaven-sent.When Maggie and Chris arrived, Rock and Talia already had a booth.Maggie hugged Talia -- women hug, what can you say-- and they slid intotheir side of table. Chris placed their drink order, then everyonelooked at everyone and smiled.If it weren't for his immense size, you'd think Rock was a schoolteacher. His hair was close cropped, and he wore glasses with blackframes. But even sitting, you could tell that Rock was a big man.His legit. I’ll put the phone and charger in a plain box and seal it, and have Joyce give it to Anthony when she sees him. He’ll call me on the other phone once he has it.”“OK. We should go shooting soon.”“Sure. This weekend isn’t good, but the weekend after is OK.”“I’ll let McKenzie know we need her place!”“Sounds like a plan. Saturday?”“Sure!” she replied happily.I nodded and headed to my office where Kimmy greeted me, then brought me green tea while I checked my email and my calendar for the day. I was. This was not as deep of an experience as a mind meld; for one I did not share any of my memories nor did I stop to really look at hers. I was just interested in knowing that she truly wanted to join us without any other ulterior motives.I did find out that Teresa had been born with dual citizenship; her father had been in the navy while her mother was an Italian and she had been born in Italy. When she had moved to Italy with her husband she did not revoke her US citizenship but never completed.