A coffee cup made of Swiss cheese wearing a tu-tu pirouettes past while dancing with a Mr. Coffee. An hour glass with wings bounces past, and a red-br...asted robin with a giraffes neck slithers past screeching, "Be ready for a world so completely unlike anything you have ever seen before that you will wonder if you have lost your mind. The world you knew and loved will be a thing of the past as you enter a new world where the laws you encounter will be so totally different from anything you have. I willingly obliged, raking my tongue along her sole, before licking up her adjacent leg until it was poised over her sex.Our eyes connected and she determined my intentions, shaking her head in denial as I closed upon her delicate petals."No, Mark," she pleaded, "You mustn't."Ignoring her objections, I covered her juicy lips with my mouth and foraged in her clam, devouring the sweet nectar that oozed forth. My tongue flicked the engorged bud, sending shivers of delight rippling along her. Something that only she would know. And so I waited. Silence. Nothing. The wait was unbearable as a million thoughts overloaded my mind. If this wasn’t her, then who was it? Who knew our secret? How did they find out? What do they want? Have they told anyone? Then.Anon: ‘My slag tag?’Bingo. It was her.Me: ‘Yes.’Anon: ‘A beautiful black butterfly. Its wings reaching out across my lower back.’Me: ‘Mrs Harrison?’Anon: ‘Call me Sally.’Me: ‘Hello Sally.’Sally: ‘Husband away. Did you want to come. "There were others too... weren't there? Others that... invited you into the bedroom?"That didn't sound as much like a question as I would have wished. That trap was beginning to have more teeth than I had first felt."You win their trust... and ask them intimate questions... and then..." Those eyes were like steel spikes, nailing me to the bench. "You're not trying to seduce me, are you Bob?"Believe me, folks, that is NOT the question you want a woman like Jane asking you. She had the.