Fucking A.Should Uno have them return? Maybe a part of them return? Would he look like a weak ruler by pulling back so quickly? Uno still had three gu...s and six people, and a fortress that was superbly easy to defend. What would the others think if it looked as if he were afraid to hold the home base with just the force he had now? But hell, how could he keep an eye on Jacob’s Bar and Grill like this?Maybe the women? They were looking at him shyly. Unless they were acting, they didn’t even know. ‘Well you see, it’s kind of hard for me to say what I enjoy doing on a date. I haven’t exactly had too many of them.’ ‘That’s why you’re here isn’t it, Mister Rupert. What would you do on a date if you got one?’ The blonde wasn’t even looking at him anymore. She just concentrated on her papers, waiting for him to answer her questions. ‘Well, I don’t know really. What sorts of things do you like to do.’ She suddenly looked up from her papers with a sort of deer in the headlights look. ‘Mister. ‘Let me just email Francis to tell her I’ll be home late.’ ‘OK.’ Sam looked out the window. ‘The weather is holding out. It should be a great performance.’ ‘I hope so.’ Patrick gathered his things. ‘Common. Let’s go.’ The cab ride was a bit crowded with one guy in the front and three squished in the back. As the driver made a right onto rue Jeanne-Mance, Patrick could see a bunch of concert goers emerging from the metro. Their hemp backpacks and denim jeans brought him back to a less stressful. We made coffee in sat in the living room on the sofa to drink it. Grace tucked her feet under my legs and started to stroke the backs of my thighs with them. I started to wonder some more. Would we finally? Or would she bottle it as she’d done once before. Whilst drinking the coffee I reached out and started to stroke her hair. I wanted her, I’d known that for years, but I’d never wanted to push anything, I wouldn’t risk pushing her away, but I did want to let her know that her quiet moves this.