I didn't care; I rarely ever ate a full breakfast anyway. He surprised me when he sat down and reached over to hold my hand, the smile on his face dif...erent somehow before he spoke. “Sherry, I know we don't usually say grace, but if it's okay I'd like to give thanks this morning before we eat.” I nodded with a slightly twisted smile of my own. I already knew what I wanted to give thanks for. He began softly as he held my hand so gently I had to think about it to know his fingers were actually. Since she was intently watching the movie, I placed my hand on her tiny breasts. They were tiny, but firm. Her nipples were hard due to excitement. Since there was hardly any resistance from her side, I opened up few buttons of her shirt. I could now see her rounds of her boobs, from her bra. I pushed my hand in her bra and caressed her boobs. They were soft. I hurriedly unbuttoned her shirt and removed. Now she was with me in bra and jeans. I bent my head and started moving my nose and face. The tavern keeper watched suspiciously while Razai tried to come up with a way to turn down her first potential customer. Then she realized Priss, a blonde wearing heavy makeup to cover the lines in her face, was glaring at her. The fisherman must belong to her, which gave Razai a convenient excuse. She pointed the drunk man to his regular girl, and went on her way.Before anyone else could accost her, Eben came in the front door, only a few minutes after his usual time. He was followed by two. Found something that allowed me to push the data into the background; still there, but outside my immediate awareness, like the beating of my heart. Concentrating on just a few things in my immediate vicinity ⁠— the factotum standing motionless in the level beneath, the warmth of the room ⁠— allowed me to regain a sense of calm.My heartrate settled, steadied. I shuddered, lungs pulling in a deep breath.“Better now?”I nodded shakily.“You don’t have to see everything,” she said gently. “Ship will.