Chris slowly rolled over with a lazy yawn. Now, where isthat clock? And why the disoriented feeling of "where am I?" Sunlight wasflooding the room, ...t was late, much later than his usual 630 am wakeuproutine.Hmmmm. Chris was rested but knew it must have been a late night. Anotherbig yawn and finally through tussled bangs Chris found the clock. OMG.1030! Chris laughed and started to the the bathroom that was a vaguememory somewhere.As Chris stumbled down the hall, still half asleep and. " She giggled and flushed pink. She sighed. "I may as well tell you the whole truth, Jack. I do love you. I mean deeply and desperately. I'd marry you or become your mistress or your little playtoy, whatever you want as long as I'm near you." She could tell from my expression that pleased me, and she was pleased that I was pleased. "Becky loves you, too. That frightens her because the other men she loved were cruel to her. But Monica's different than we are. She's crazy about you and wants you. When I cut some hunks off of that and handed it to Red-Face ... well, it went over real well. The rest of the day was consumed in a long celebration of The Mighty Smilodon Killer who Cowers in Trees.Now, let me take a moment and remind you of something you already kind of know, but may not have right in the front of your thinking. Cave dwelling Cro-Magnons are not like you and me. They look like us, but holy crap ... First off, they stink. I don't mean sweating in the garden, "how dare you try. It also never occurred to me that I would be expected to please more than the voluptuous Rosie. I stuttered, I-I-I thought this would be a onetime thing. Her smile actually got bigger, as she promised, so sure of herself, Oh, my cute little pet, once you have tasted my cunt, you will be addicted and do almost anything for the privilege to savour my sweet nectar again and again. Her confident demeanour was seductive in an inexplicable way, and I just sat beside her speechless at her expectations.