'Sorry – that's the image that came to mind ... You are succulent enough to be a rabbit, captured in my teeth and about to be torn apart and eaten r...w... ''You like raw?' she chortled in his mind. 'If you want, I can cook myself... 'He released her in a flash, quickly sitting up before Miranda could possibly act on such a thought. "No!" he commanded, angrily shaking his head at her. "No fire when we're together! Ever!"Miranda stared at him for a moment, then simply blinked, refusing to answer. Good. Allergies?”“Grapes ... and grape products. Bee stings and penicillin,” I said.“Well ... that’s different. Junior? Any allergies?”Junior was looking at me as if I was insane. She said, “No grape?”I nodded.“No wine?” Junior whined.“Not a drop ... no raisins, no steak sauce, no French cuisine.”“You sound like my Aunt Wendy. Are you SURE you’re not related to us?”While Junior and I were discussing my shortcomings, I could see Miss Bea Simmons checking exes in her mind... none of this, none of. Besides, it wasn’t really gay, right? He’d get off and get paid for it. ?I’ll just close my eyes and pretend it’s one of the sluts at the office,? he reasoned. He responded to the email, telling the homo he’d allow him to suck his dick but that was it. The fag quickly responded, thanking James for the privilege over and over. He was not local and planned to fly into the city the next week just for the chance to throat James’ amazing cock. He sent James his hotel information and they agreed. Just do what you need to do.” “Alright hun. Here we go.”I reached into the med kit a pulled out the tweezers. Kneeling besides her bed, I leaned in close to get a better look at what I needed to do to get them out. With my left hand, I grabbed her right thigh, just under her ass, and pulled down. Making her skin taught. I began to work one of the splinters from my daughters body. As I did, I had to keep moving my left hand to work her skin this way and that. See, I love to do this type of.