Joey watched in quiet fascination at his pup’s dexterity as he picked up a piece of batter coated meat with his chopsticks and put it into his mouth. Joey could never get the hang of chopsticks, knowing he could get the food to his mouth much quicker if he used a fork.
Kevin chewed his food thoughtfully before swallowing. Joey had a good idea what was coming next. “Sir, this doesn’t taste much like chicken.”
“That’s ’cause it’s pork.”
“Oh, Sir!”
Joey grinned to himself, he’d been right. Setting down his fork, he said, “I like pork. I don’t eat it that often, but,” his grin spread to the outside, “sometimes I just get to wanting something so bad, and I never deny myself anything that I want.” He winked at Kevin, who promptly went a most attractive shade of red.
The pair continued t
