Baked, deep fried, grilled, steamed ... no matter. The fish was mild, sweet, moist firm, white with a few easily removed large bones. Served with the ...anned or frozen vegetables, rice, quinoa or potatoes ... we had run out of fresh weeks ago ... the fish was a welcome change from the Argentine tinned mystery meat or the hard dried sausage we were resorting to since the last of the swordfish went bad. The Tasmanian deeps might not be a saltwater desert ... but nothing we had for trolling brought. Not Alexis. ‘I am not afraid to go and seek the dragon,’ Alexis said haughtily when they had mentioned it at the bar, ‘A dragon cannot burn a heart made of ice.’ So here she was, looking thoughtfully into the dark mouth of the ominous caverns. Her mind reeled as she walked deep into their depths. Would she find a dragon? or a buried treasure? The corpses of others who dared this venture maybe? A dim light came into view just past the end of the torch light. She sauntered towards it, a smile. It was my favorite meal and noone makes it better than she does. Monday came and the game has already started. I came home and there was my mother in law wearing a t shirt and short shorts. She looked amazing and I know she was putting on a show again not wearing that bra. I decided to try to out do her by going to the basement and start running on a treadmill. I knew seeing me running on a treadmill without a shirt and wearing just a basketball short would get her to lose it. To make things. I saw her adjusting the air con down to around 16 degrees she lent towards Jack and was flapping her V neck as though she was really“ Phew it’s hot today don’t you think Jack “Jack tried to reply but he was left speechless as Jo’s breasts were on full viewJack replied“ Er yes I’m very hot “Jo smiled at me in the mirror and mouthed “ Sure isAs the air con kicked in Jo’s nipples became more prominent she knew exactly what she was doingHer next move was genius the Merc was fitted with blinds on.