It was true. She'd gotten to like Brody a lot over the last few weeks and she didn't want to see him lose. In addition, she'd taken to wondering what ... kiss would be like, since he brought it up in nearly every conversation. She shook her head and concentrated on the game. It had been a while since she'd paid close attention to any sports event, even the Super Bowl, and hockey was complicated. However, JT had gone through a major hockey phase at one point. Her father had gone along with it and. The Swedish sailor was gifted with overly sensitive sense of taste which compensated for his loss of scent. He shared a tasty morsel of fish with little Sumiko and managed to get the taste of her beautiful lips on his tongue. He was filled with excitement and longing to make her flesh part of his own. She too was filled with the desire to have the huge sailor cleave unto her with that sort of manly emotion that opens up the female bud and causes her to blossom like a fresh flower in the morning. She dried him and then herself, and instructed him to keep his hands upwards while she removed the plastic bags and dried his forearms.Then she dressed him and herself, and they went for breakfast, some of which he fed himself, balancing the spoon of cereal on his bandage and hooking his finger over the spoon to hold it in place. It was a slow business but Cassie made no move to help him until he put the spoon down with a sigh, and she took over without a word.He was grateful and impressed that. The bar was narrow and intimate, a stylish holdover from the 40’s, with its original aged brass and teak. There was a carpeted area in the middle around the bar itself. It was livelier and more open than the rest, where perhaps two dozen young professionals mingled. Beyond, in a tight, single file row were the small, recessed tables. Mandy was waiting for him in the front area, standing beside a tall, narrow table. Jon was surprised to see with her a statuesque woman—Catherine, Mandy’s friend.