"It's not much, I'm not the cook my mother was," says Nimrod as he leads Godiva over to the table.Melville, who had been standing in the doorway, now ...appily follows behind. Why are we doing this again? I ask myself as Nimrod waves me to a seat next to him. He gives me a soothing kiss on the head and strokes down my back. I sigh into his hand. I think I can do this.I look over at Godiva, she has a quizzical look on her face. Like she just noticed a picture is crooked or something. I smile. "'Damn, ' Frank thought. He had a mountain of business since he found it all a royal mess and just started unraveling the piles of unfinished paperwork. There was no way for him to get this done. He could only hope for a quick end of hostilities.He worked his way through the crowd toward his office where he had hired two women to do the mundane work while Nigel and himself straightened everything out. The only good thing about all of this was a cute little redhead from Scotland was working for. She had held his arm walking into the restaurant and knew that his arms were solid. She had felt his erection and knew that she wouldn't be disappointed there.By the time desert arrived, the conversation had become overtly sexual. Now was the true test, for Joe. Now, when he could look in her eyes and see either understanding or disapproval. He hesitated and then decided to just spit it out."About tonight. Are you sure you want to help me with my fantasy? I mean, I understand that it's also. ‘In the ocean.’ He said lazily while leaning back so that he was spread eagled with Videl atop of him. Blinking against the suns reflected glair on the crystal clear water, Videl shot him an angry glair as she said ‘I know that Mr completely obvious, what I meant is why did you bring me out here?’ Closing his eyes as a wave hit his head, Gohan said simply ‘I wanted us to be alone.’ Before making Videl jump as his hands travelled down and squeezed her still bare rump. Quickly batting his hands.