As she stopped typing, he took her hands and pulled her up. He kissed on her soft lips, enjoying her increasingly fervent return kisses. He had passed...the most crucial phase, the point where he needed to turn her on. He let his hands slide down her body to cup her breasts. She tensed as he caressed them through the fabric of her shirt, gasping softly when he squeezed a sensitive nipple. He ran his hands up and down her slender flanks, again brushing the swells of her breast, his thumbs teasing. In a sense, I wasn't ogling them, so much as fantasies made flesh that were only relatively loosely based upon them to begin with. Yet, here I was, getting worked up over my cousin, and I wasn't even sure how different the alternate version of her was. If I'd even just been staring at a fantasy version. There was no conceivable way that I could tell myself that I hadn't been checking out my cousin because I'd been checking out some other woman, some woman that didn't really exist. Had I always. Dom glared but Karl ignored him. "But it's okay," Karl went on, "because it seems the angrier he is, the more pucks he stops." "Whatever works." Lani clinked her glass against Dom's. "That’s what my brother always said." "What's he do now?" Dom asked. "He's an assistant coach with a minor league team." She studied Dom again. "You keep doing that," he said, "and I keep feeling like I'm on a microscope slide." "Sorry." Lani blushed. Dom smiled on the inside as she averted her eyes and took a sip. You want a piece of advice?”“Yeah.” That was why she was going there, to get advice.“Bring a pen and a large piece of paper with you. We’ll be sitting in sort of a circle. Take down the names as we introduce ourselves. Write them in sort of a diagram of where we are seated. The rest of us know each other. Then, for the first meeting, you have a cheat sheet for who is who. Maybe you don’t need it, but I did.”“Thanks.”“You’re the blonde who married Eric, aren’t you?”“Yeah.”“Well, I know you then,.