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Despite the presence of two bodyguards, the fact that my first experience wearing a thong was confirming all I’d ever supposed about the underwear, and my sheer nerves about what we were doing, I was actually enjoying dinner. Boone was telling me about the time he and his dad had gone ice fishing in Norway only to get stranded on the ice in a blizzard. “We had to eat raw fish for two days, so I’ve never become much of a fan of sushi,” he said with a smile.
“Me neither, but not because of any survival situation. I just think seafood tastes bad.” I laughed. “Really bad.”
“If you’re using such a simple word to describe something, Poe, that means it must really be so.” He tapped the side of his forehead. “No seafood for Poe. Got it.”
I smiled again. “Thanks.” Often, people, men especiall
