<strong>Brady Vincent with Tosh – still eating stew</strong><br/><br/>Brady’s smile disappeared and his face reddened – this time in embarrassment. He grabbed the offered napkin and smeared it across his face. He offered a quiet “thanks” at the same time he answered Tosh’s question about the heat with a shake of the head. Brady slowly pulled the napkin away. Lieutenant Tosh was really the first officer Brady met on the ship – other than some of the fellow crew in sickbay. And to boot Tosh was a senior officer, Angosian and security guard. It was like Brady’s dream all wrapped up into one hot hunk of man meat.<br/><br/>“Erm…thanks.” Brady said more clearly as he set the napkin down. “I’m not…not normally a slob.” He said with a weak smile. “The stew was pretty hot and I needed the milk.” The nurse ran his finger across his smooth lip to see if he felt anything.<br/>