She was having lunch with Jason when Sierra walked up. Sierra asked about the situation and Deidre tried to downplay it. ‘Deidre, hey girl I’m tre...ting you to lunch.’ Sierra greeted her best friend. She’s just gotten some exciting news. Deidre seemed distracted, ‘Oh, Sierra. Hey girl. I already have…’ ‘Hey Deidre, want to go to Jo Jo’s Café today. You owe me.’ Jason said out as he entered. Deidre froze and Sierra knew. ‘Oh, I see you’ve got plans for lunch. I’m out.’ Sierra said as she stood to. But beyond that, Keith had hooked him with the connection between the Guardians and the typesetters’ guild. How deep did that connection go?Fry’s initiation had been little more than learning the pattern of an elaborate dance and the chanted instructions that went with it. To his knowledge, that information was not written down anyplace. His father’s Kurdish tribe passed the information from generation to generation through the coming of age ritual. Somewhere, Fry knew those steps would cross. "Sorry about your side." Carm said with downcast eyes."Yeah sorry about cheating on you. Hope you can forgive me." Pete replied.Offering him a hand Carm said, "Friends?"Taking her hand and shaking it firmly Pete answered, "Friends."Sitting on the grass Pete said, "So did I have a preview of how you usually fight?"Raising an eyebrow Carm said, "What?" You talked many times about the matches you fought in. I was wondering if that was your technique or style." Pete replied.Sitting down also Carm. She had thought he might have bought her a couple of pairs of bras and panties, a couple of blouses and skirts, a dress, one or two jerseys and a couple of pairs of slacks. Even that would have been generous by her standards. There was a lot more: utility lingerie but two very sexy pairs of bra and panties, half a dozen blouses and skirts (none of them short), several jerseys, two pairs of slacks, three dresses (one of which was clearly for evening wear), a mackintosh and a warm, fawn coat. He.