He turned it over in his mind, exploring the idea...yes. It felt right; the more he considered it the more it fit."It is the bowl." And what does that...mean?'"It means..." on the right track, now; he -must- be. He spoke slowly and with deliberation, tasting the words as they came out. "It means...life, giving. In the bowl, the food is put, and out of it comes nourishment. When we give, the bowl is full." And what else does the bowl signify?"He shut his eyes, concentrating. The blade was. That was, he thought, between him and her, and that was that. “I had a nice day I guess.” “That’s good,” she told him as she smiled and wondered about him toying around with her bosoms. “Can I do anything at all for you?” He looked at her but quickly looked down at her boobs. “Nooooo, I don’t think so,” he said. In a calm voice she asked “Would you like me to undo my top so you can play with these?” She pointed to her boobs. He looked at them again but surprised her saying “Nooooo, that’s. 00? Regards, Andrew Edwards."Andrew Edwards? Just who exactly is Andrew Edwards? I don't know any Andrew Edwards, do I? Then with a start, I remember that I have met an Andrew Edwards. He was the guy at the PERvert Party, just as I was leaving. I thought he was a sub under the thumb of his wife/mistress, what was her name? – Philippa. He didn't strike me as the sort of person who would send such a direct, straight-to-the-point text, first thing in the morning. I mean - that's hardly sub. Her pussy needed more. It itched and burned for greater attention.As she sat, recovering, she thought, Just what the hell happened today? True, I had enough self-control to spare myself from the worst consequences, but I was still flying too close to the sun, and for no good reason! What am I thinking? Like that last comment of mine to him: "Take your time and think of me, okay?" Good Lord! Does that sound like a woman who's over him? I've been generally able to save myself from complete.