I guess I’ll be visiting your restaurant soon.’ ‘You’ll get the VIP treatment, promise,’ Jess smiled. ‘I’m so glad you’re enjoying the... food, there’s plenty. I’ll give you some to take home, if you like — ooh, and I made lots of lasagna a few nights ago, if you like that.’ Leslie nodded, thrilled to be eating real food again. ‘She really does love your work,’ Cliff said as Jess kept glancing back at the painting. It was an exquisite nude of a redheaded model Leslie had known well and painted. So I agreed, got in the car. The dog and I sat in the same seat. He was big, and remembered how heavy he was sitting on my lap.We got back to her place. And introduced me to Butch. Red was a cinimon brown Dobi, and Butch was a “blue” Dobi, not that the dog was blue but not the red color.That’s when She found that the dogs and I got along swimmingly well. Maybe because I had Red’s scent all over me. Blue barked at first until he ran up and smelled me when I was knelt down and petted him. He. Unmarried but no novice, she has had a lot of hot flings with peasant boys, and is well experienced in all things of sexual nature.When her mother becomes aware her daughter's escapades, or rather sexcapades, she is worried sick that the princess of Woodland is making out with lowly peasant boys. She orders four bodyguards to be by her side all the time. These bodyguards are natives of some far off continent rumored to be called Freakaa, nobody's even sure it exists, but the guards are for. The “I want sex” vibe coming through loud and clear, that almost electric surge I’ve described before. I felt it as she said, “Well, I have to get going” (Strange but true). We were at the top of the stairs leading down to the front door when I asked, “Hey, do you feel like fooling around?” and the answer was, “Yes” (I love that word!). I kissed her, lightly on the lips at first, then taking the nape of her neck in my hand and pulling her closer for a more passionate kiss, slipping our tongues.