He and I both prefer a quiet, neighborhood bar.That I didn't fit in here was fine with me. I don't enjoy loud, smoke filled rooms and pretentious, des...erate people trying so hard to have a good time. That's why, despite the open invitation, I never set foot in here unless there's a problem with the computers or the software.I came over when Phil called a little while ago and I quickly straightened out a little glitch in his software. He insisted that I have a drink on him before I left. So I. The evenings had been pleasant, even though they were split between knife work and work on the bike. Kevin was starting to pick up on the forge and anvil work some; although he was a beginner, he was proving to have some talent at it and showing some interest in it. It seemed likely that he might stay with it some once the work on the little Harley was completed. It would be nice if that worked out; over the years the knife making had proved to be a solitary hobby, but Jason enjoyed the. But it is a better vice thandrinking or smoking, two bad habits I never acquired. Anyway I prettymuch left her alone for the remainder of the evening. I checked up onher once, I helped her up to my bathroom, not gonna get into too muchdetail there, except to say that she sat like a good girl.I finally returned around sleep time, Over the speaker I announced,"Back in your chair." and she did so. I entered the room, with herprogrammer. I hooked it up to her just like I had the night. ' She looked back, playfully dangling from you. Her Black hair flipped forward with her return as she cocked her head to the side and softly placed her chin on your shoulder.. 'Here, you can smell it on me..', head nudging, suggesting you to smell her neck.You paused for a moment, her skin was warm and pale.. you took a quick, hesitant sniff. The whimper she made was a mixture of pleading and annoyed. You felt her left hand as it slid up from the back of your shoulders and up into the lower.