he kissed a trail down her neck toward the strip of lace over her shoulder . how do i like eating like a pig and hearing remarks like that ? `` this is n't your vehicle , ma'am . '' they always taste too salty ; we both agree on that . but your moms leaving tomorrow afternoon to meet us in shades . i glanced at her out of the corner of my eye and found she was doing the same thing . perhaps the only place in the world where they can actually be themselves . 