He stomped over to the dry bar, and poured himself a double shot of bourbon, not even bothering to add ice. He downed the liquor in one gulp, that mad...e his eyes water. He hated these damn meetings, and the ignorant people who presided over them. He swore every year he was going to make someone else suffer through them but every year he suffered himself. He pacified himself by remembering that one day of meetings, were to be climaxed by 2 days on the beach in the sun. That was his reward before. Master Chen is just the latest in their numbers, and she already understands the fact that with such people, “Might Makes Right,” and “The Strong Thrive; The Weak Die,” are their watch phrases. One cannot act weak with them. This is part of the thoughts going through her head as she heads back to the Pak home.On the way, Ki Jung and Min Joon stop at a market to pick up groceries for the night’s dinner. They discuss the day’s events and what he plans on doing with his winnings. He has to pay. If we did, he'd always go against what we wanted but if we gave him time to think it through, we at least had a chance. He's been that way all his life as far as I know. He does the same thing with decisions about things on the farm. So I know it's not just me or what us kids asked." Are you okay with it? I don't mean just the phone call, I mean about this arrangement. Are you still okay with living here with me?" Yeah, I'm okay with it, both the phone call and living here. It really is a good. Clarissa craned her neck upward, and closed her eyes. Their lips met, slowly, tenderly. It was Clarissa’s first kiss. It was Summer’s first kiss with a female. The touch of their lips was electric. “That was nice,” Clarissa said. Summer nodded, running her fingers through Clarissa’s straight hair. Clarissa pulled Summer to her again, and again their lips met. Clarissa slipped her hand around Summer’s waist, and Summer tangled her fingers in Clarissa’s hair. Wordlessly, Summer put her hands on.