"That's the look Tony would give me if I asked if you could stay; like I was a total idiot. You can stay." What would I have to do?" Well to start wit... you have to finish your breakfast, after that you need a bath!"Cheri's possessions, such as they were, were contained in a small yellow nylon duffel bag at the base of the pier not far from the marina. She had been spending her nights there since she left home right after school. Other than the duffle bag that Tony and Jerry didn't open there. Told ya this place was kind of a fusion -- southern, seafood, New Orleans, Greek -- place! They do an authentic souvlaki, and also a very good spanakopita and gyro too." I pointed them out on the menu."I know spanakopita is spinach pie, but I never heard of those other things. What's this kakavia thing? Says fish chowder?" Ohhh yeah! I'm thinking that's what I'm gonna get. It's a chowder like what the Greek fishermen make on their boats when they're out working. I dunno if they make it with. There was music blaring out of portable music system on the patio and lots of alcoholic drinks all over the place. There were around fifteen or sixteen girls was aged through from about 14 to their early 20's and a couple of young lads there aged around 17 or 18. The girls were generally larking around in a boisterous manner.Being a hot summer's day the girls were wearing a mixture of shorts and t-shirts, bikinis and swimsuits. I felt like a kid in a sweet shop, I truly did not know where to. I went up to Karen and said “Hi,” and we talked for a second until she introduced me to her new friend, Morgan. Somehow, I had to find a way seeing her away from Karen. I know that sounds deceitful, but I was obsessed. As I talked with her, all I could see were her delicate features: the tiny bones, her thin, gossamer arms and swan-like neck. I could feel my heart pounding as I tried appear calm and nonchalant. Then Karen said she saw somebody she had to say “hi” to and walked away. So, there.