Karl
The next morning, I fixed Jassy breakfast. Then I took Jassy to all the places I thought she'd want to go that a life like hers would have kept from.
We parked my bike down at Club Hellfire and headed down to Cafe Du Monde, a few blocks away, for coffee and beignets, their wonderful fried dough and powdered sugar practically melting in our mouths. We fought back through the crowds and strolled through the French Quarter, then, just window shopping as we walked by all the businesses throughout the neighborhood.
We pushed past a bustle of tourists and headed out to the river, down to the walk. We were side-by-side on the sidewalk, our hands just barely touching.
I'd never exactly been much of a hand holder, or anything like that. I'd never felt the need, especially since I hadn't ev
