lunch was good , no doubt about it , and their freshly caught fish , lightly grilled , simply melted in the mouth . she didnt answer for quite some time . the sound of soft crying filters into my ear . certainly not with your ... unusual choice of instruments . she saw me looking and smiled . she raised her hand to gently stroke the side of his cheek , her smile soft . the last time i saw you , you were i pulled away . `` did you like it , you little vixen ? '' 