“Me too,” she purred, and we kissed again and our tongues dove right in.We had a nice dinner at a nice seafood restaurant with nonstop conversatio... and laughter. It was very natural and relaxed and comfortable, a stream of consciousness continuation of the hours we’d spent together at the crab feast. When I dropped her off at her car our kisses were again passionate and this time I placed a hand behind her head and ran my fingers through her hair. God I loved having that kinky hair in my hand,. There's no denying it and it would be a loss to Marshall if she did go. On the other hand, I am getting a bit fed up with trying to tame this particular shrew." OK, Jerry. I hear what you say. How do you think she'd do if I moved her to Bridging or E & M?" She'd drive Harry round the bend and George to drink."Nick chuckled. "I'll give it some thought." He paused. "Who's your project manager for Heatherbrow?"Jerry grinned. "Sally."Nick struggled to keep a straight face. "I wondered," he said. "I. . You two carry on... Sorry.”“No, Tom... It’s okay.” Lucy spoke out, to whisper again to Pete something Tom couldn’t hear.“No... It’s okay, I’ll go.” Tom made his way downstairs, thinking this was almost as bad as catching your parents having sex.Back downstairs, Tom was going to leave but heard paws pad down the stairs, with Lucy arriving behind him saying, "Don't go, Tom, it’s okay, honestly."He turned to see her, looking as embarrassed as he felt, with her fur sweaty and ruffled. Tom tried. We are expecting 160 guests, a very respectable number for a ball. Fewer than 100 and it would just be considered a dance. Fewer than 50 and it would be considered nothing more than a dinner party. But 160 is grand enough for the title of “ball,” and it is sure to be the most extravagant affair in the city of New Orleans. All of the best people in the city have been invited, and I am well aware that the reason is entirely for my benefit. My older sister was married last month, so it is now.