The clock ticked past and Jerry realised it was almost 7:30, he rose from the couch and entered the kitchen, he searched the fridge rumuging through l...ft overs and containers of butter and cartons of milk before he found two plates of spaghetti wrapped up, he took them from the fridge and heated them up placing them on the table, "now where is Lucy's room" he said to himself wondering up the staircase, he listened silently and heard noise coming from a room at the end of the hall, he opened the. Fifteen minutes before she needed to wake him. She slipped out of the bedroom and headed for the kitchen. It was a Thursday according to her internal clock, and that meant that standard weekday programming applied–eggs, toast and coffee for her owner, prepared in time for him to come out of his organic sleep cycle and eat a healthy breakfast before work. She started the coffee machine going, and went to the fridge to get out some eggs. She put on an apron before she began to cook, PHOEBE. .oops!' she had just knocked her fork off and under the table. 'Ill get it' I said and bent down to get the fork, i couldnt see it so i lifted the tablecloth and climbed under the table, the fork was under her foot and she had her hand on her thigh, when I touched the fork she brought it lightly to my face and stroked my cheek, i then noticed she had her short skirt open and she wasnt wearing any panties, i must have shuddered because she jently pushed my face towards her skirt, and i saw her. Uh, no,” blurted Benjamin. “Don't you fucking lie to me you pathetic excuse for a man. I know you better than you know yourself, and I have only known you for the last fifteen minutes.” she said menacingly. With that she moved her hips provocatively over his penis which was now standing up like a wooden peg. She kissed his lips and ran her tongue over his ear-lobe. “Let's look at it baby … won't you show Cindy your B-I-G T-O-O-L.” she said in a teasing tone. Her hand reached down and unzipped.