Pip POV
The steak sandwich was tasty; they had put a homemade sauce on it. The meat fell apart, and it had no gristle, unlike some places where the meat was tough, and you often got a mouthful of fat or gristle. I would love to know what that sauce was.
Jip started out as fun, then dug into some of my past. It was uncomfortable at times to talk about any of it, like my uncle, who knew where he was now. Not that I cared; he was rude and greedy. He was my father's brother and thought the world owed him a living.
But I liked Jip; he didn't feel threatening or look at me like he wanted to rip my clothes off and take advantage of me. It was refreshing that he was kind and considerate to talk to. Most men think with their d***s, and barely notice the whole package. I have a mind, as well as a
