Diana fed the hungry tribe and went into her sitting room. Sometimes she wondered why these cats needed her. There was a lush expanse of countryside o...t there, teeming with birds and small tasty rodents and yet these unenterprising animals depended totally on her for their sustenance. What a pitiful lot! She knew that the Americans, thanks to those dreadful Pilgrim Fathers and their continuing malign influence on the national psyche, would despise such a lack of Get up and Go and Protestant. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth. I was going to kiss another man. A man who was bigger and stronger than me. A man who was more of a man in every way. But I didn't get a kiss. He spat directly into my mouth and then laughed as I nearly choked."Sorry, I couldn't resist" he cackled. He again moved his head closer and this time I was waiting for him to spit again. But he didn't. I was on the receiving end of a very sensual kiss. For a big strong man he kissed beautifully. It was a. ------------------------"Yeah. I'd totally be down to meetup tonight if you decide you want to. Just saying." I replied.------------------------"It's really tempting." he said.------------------------"I mean, if you want to then let's go for it. We could always hookup with your friend another night if you want." I explained.------------------------"Yeah, but I'm just not sure. He's gonna be mad." he said.------------------------"Well have you heard from him lately?" I. A compact of rouge. A white embroidered handkerchief. A lengthy strip of paper which lay unraveled across the floor. And a make-up pencil–whose color perfectly matched the scribbled words on the scattered paper. I didn’t have to read her scribbling to know what it was she had been writing about. Or rather, who. All these things I neatly returned to her own small clutch and lay it gently on the empty space of couch by her side. ‘Last night, ‘ I began. ‘Was that your first meeting with Sir face.