We went into the terminal and found a true surprise. Someone had left a message!It was more like a small book with multiple copies in both English and...Spanish. The writer had thought ahead. There was even a notepad for any person or persons to leave some message when taking a copy. From what I could determine, two Spanish copies had been taken and messages left. We were the first English-speaking people.I said, "Pam, we need to have Robby look at the messages. We will leave our own and take an. She's smart, funny, easy going and I picked this up only spending a couple hours with her. While training her we talked about our life and how we got to where we are and everything in between. On her third day she came in just like the past few days, nothing out of the ordinary. "Hey there" I saidHey, what's up? How's your day?" Oh not too bad, nothing new" I replyShe goes around the corner where the time clock is and punches in for the day. I continue my job as normal. She comes back out onto. Swishing back and forth over it, my tongue working very hard to remove the sticky, sweet substance. Cleaning that nipple, I start to lick my way across the trail, leaving a wet trail behind as I make my way to your other caramel coated nipple. I lift my head a bit to say, “Mmmmm, I just love the taste of caramel.” I continue, “And hard nipples.” I place my mouth over your nipple to give this one a thorough tongue bath as well. After lapping up all the caramel off your chest, I give you a quick. I was starved. Almost literally. I knew instinctively that I badly needed to replenish my energy to replace what I had been losing in my training exercises with Syl. "I think a full fledged buffet is more to my liking." It's out there," she said, waving toward the dim light spilling into our alley with a note of invitation in her voice. "Why don't we go feed ourselves, dear?"I didn't require any more urging. With a nod that still seemed far too eager, considering some of my sensibilities.