I don't know if you are too young to be effected, but I can't take a chance. Go, Katie, please!"But as he was pleading with her, Katie was gently push...ng him back into his living room, shutting the door behind her with her foot. She acted like she hadn't heard a word of his warning. "You know, Mr. Jenkins, I have always thought you were kind of cute, for an old guy that is," she purred, smiling up at him.Oh God, Tom thought, here we go again. And this time it's real trouble, she's way too. She was very excited.The next day when I watched TV she sat on floor next to me, smiled brightly looking at me whenever I changed channels, and then she asked if I wanted my legs massaged? I personally dont like anyone touching my legs because I felt it was like treating them as inferior, so I said I don’t need it. She seemed a bit unhappy and the smile also went away.I analyzed the change of reaction as because I said No for massage, she assumed she is inferior and should not touch me. I gave. “I fucking loved them,” she said, leaping at him as soon as his boots hit the ground. She attacked his mouth with hers, one hand holding the back of his neck, not allowing him to pull away. The other hand was already at his crotch trying to undo his belt.“Damn, Babygirl,” was all he managed to get out before she was attacking his mouth again, tongue muscling its way into his mouth. The rest of her was a mess of hands, legs and heat assaulting him from all sides. “Whoa!’ he told her as a car. "We'll have to keep him tied up while we're flying," Jackie said. "We wouldn't want him to tangle with a prop." I suppose he wouldn't mind a meal of cat food and scraps," Mark said. "I'll put a bowl of it out by that pile of old rags in the hanger. That'll make him a good place to sleep."The dog was definitely interested when Mark came out with the bowl full of table scraps and cat food, and followed along closely as Mark led him out to the hanger. He ducked under the wing of the old Cessna,.