He picked up a small cracker from the plate between us, covered it liberally with Brie and offered it to me. I opened my mouth and he placed the crack...r on my tongue like a communion wafer. I bit down. The taste of the Brie and the nutty graininess of the cracker filled my mouth. I chose a pale golden cracker, topped it with a tiny bit of sharp blue cheese, and held it up to Father's lips. He took it from me, nipping lightly at the tips of my fingers with his teeth.He dipped two fingers in the. She caught herself a few times actually thinking through the details.That afternoon while she was watching John practice again, it somehow just came out as if driven by some deep desire. Which, of course, it was."I was thinking that I might know of a way that we could go to see the Montpelier Quartet, John. Would you like that?"John nearly fell off his little stool. "Oh wow, you know I'd love that, Mom. I'd do anything to be able to go."Cathy liked that response - "anything". In an almost. He rose his brows, smiling, and making his way back to the desk. "I'm going to have you sit there. And I'm going to watch you suck on that lollipop." Alecia gasped. Instantly she was wet. Slowly she slipped the lollipop in her mouth. Pulled it out. Ran her tongue around it, and slipped it in her mouth again. Blane nodded his approval. He watched her for awhile. Enjoying the way her mouth circled the candy. "Come here."he said. Dropping the lollipop, she did. He began unbuttoning his pants. "Now. It's not 'Amaganset', it's 'East Hampton'. Down the hatch!" Na zdrowia!" Coeur d'Alene!"Fortunately, every variation did not involve a shot of ouzo. But enough did so no one was feeling any pain. Ouzo is sneaky. At first it's just licorice liqueur, then it's lights out.The diners kept it together long enough to clear the table and clean the kitchen. But a viewing of 'Casablanca' was not in the cards. They never did get to dessert.In the living room, the guests admired the way the chains draped.