I started coming to the Swedish American Center in the fifties. Barring a few years when I was in my twenties and “knew better,” I’ve been comin... back for special occasions ever since. In the past couple of years I’ve found that I’m coming back more and more frequently. These are the people who make me feel like family.Saturday afternoons I play cribbage with all comers and drink water since I can’t take any more of the black Swedish coffee. There is always a Saturday evening dinner social. Still, what he had seemed to be suggesting contradicted every rule that they had ever had. He and Greg were pals; they didn’t poach on the other one’s girl.“He’ll have to take a shower,” Gayle had said. “Want me to shower after him?” She had seemed more intrigued than shocked at Greg’s suggestion. The only shocked one had been Steve.“No,” he’d said, though he’d been tempted to suggest a douche. Still, they’d sat there awkwardly until Greg had come out fully dressed and given Gayle a sloppy kiss. " My sister is the first of our kind that was born in a human body, unlikeyour mutants she didn't had any powers or was genetically different fromany other human female. It was her soul that wasn't human when we met andI learned of what she was, my magic took control and made her turn intochrysalis, since then she is in her egg as she won't be hatching beforeshe reaches the right age." That is however all I will tell you about Dragons mortal, however sinceshe used to be a human in body it is. “I missed you too, Mrs. Vandermeer.”My voice was so soft that even I had to strain to hear myself. I felt suddenly shy. Had she chosen to lead me to the couch and pull me into her arms, I’d have been content to cuddle the evening away. Instead, she tenderly teased my scrunchie off, and arranged my hair so that it fanned over my shoulders, dragging her fingers slowly through my tresses. I felt her warm breath against my ear and closed my eyes, savoring the moment, my body trembling with need..