Johann grins and then laughs heartily. “My dear, these aren’t for you. Well, at least not yet.”She contorts her face of questioning at him for a...moment. “You should work on your lies.”“I assure you I am not lying,” he says. Then to prove it, he pulls the three little creatures swimming around out with one scoop and shoves them into his mouth. With a slurp and a few crunches he swallows them.Story is absolutely disgusted by this and throws up onto the floor. The vomit splatters a bit on the. But only if they wore their uniforms. Some of them probably stopped at bars for a last call drink. More than a few mixed with crowd of the all night restaurants. Some of the customer were probably bar patrons. Those were usually the groups of two or more of the same sex sitting at a table. Ones who hadn't been able for one reason or another to pick up a date. Then there were the late night workers who lived along and were headed home after shift.The couple ahead of us was called at the six. I'm not young anymore," she lamented to me. I tried top ease her concern by saying, "You know, a sculptor works for months or maybe years to create a masterpiece to show outdoors...people flock for years to admire it as it weathers and maybe acquires a scar or two along the way. You can't stop the passage of time but believe me part of what attracts me to you is that you seem comfortable to show me and I am super comfortable to view and touch your masterpiece!" "T" turned and hugged me tightly. She was wearing a short black dress, made to look even smaller with her long leg poking out the bottom falling into her teal colored high heels. Clearly she wasn’t wearing any stockings over her tanned legs. Maybe the weather here wasn’t so bad after all. Lucas held out his hand, and looked up at her face. Big hazel eyes stared back. Her pink lips were parted like she wanted to say something but couldn’t. Without a word, Lucas led her to the living area and turned to face her again. Her long.