“I can probably manage that. But no contrived work! Did you hear from your guy in Slidell?”“Yes. He has the Wyse terminal and the modem hooked u..., and the phone line plugged in. I told him we’d work on that after lunch.”“Good. If you don’t mind bringing the food in here, I want to finish this code. I’m almost done.”“Sure,” she said.I ate and worked, while Chris ate and watched me. I finished my lunch and the last bit of code at about the same time. Chris cleared away the remnants of our lunch,. ”“Thanks, Cathy,” Greg said with a nod of his head and a smile. He accepted the plate filled with cheese squares and sliced apples. He took one of the cheese squares and popped it into his mouth. After chewing for a moment, he swallowed. Looking over at Cathy, he said, “How about you and I going out for dessert tonight? We can call it a father-daughter night.”“Really?” Cathy asked surprised at the invitation. She couldn’t remember ever doing anything like that since the father-daughter nights. Alexandria looked at my offered hand, "What? You want to shake hands like warriors about to do battle or something?"I thought about that for a second and nodded. "Something like that."She shook her head again. "I may have been standing still as my Mistress instructed, but I was still paying attention. You gain something with touch, especially skin-to-skin."She was sharp. That didn't help. I started to grab for her but she pulled away just out of reach. She wiggled her finger in my face.. ‘I’m working.’ I laughed. ‘Who do you think is going to walk in here?’ She considered it only for a moment. ‘Fine, alright. You can buy me a Campari and soda. It’s eight dollars, please.’ ‘I’ll have one too.’ I put twenty dollars on the bar and she poured the bright red liqueur over ice and then filled the glasses up with soda water and stirred them with a long silver spoon. She put the spoon to her tongue and I noticed her full pink lips. She set down the glasses between us, picked one up and.