<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">“Oh the twins… oh no the twins.” The man pursed his lips making a shh sound. “Lets not talk about the twins.” Freddie slapped his ass with his free hand and smirked back at the man. “Your right, I want you to look. I just wanted you to know I caught you darling.” The man winked.  <br/>
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Freddie put a finger up to Jack's lips a moment when he walked up to him. “Another guest!” As he returned to the door he opened it slowly and put his hand to his lips. “Oh Goodie… wow… I mean wow. Who is this lovely lady? What is her name?” The singer put his hands on her head running his slender fingers along her ears as he gave her a good scratch. “Oh she is beautiful. You said dog darling this, this is … she is big and beautiful. I mean this is a dog.” It's true when the man said dog Freddie had imaged a small yuppie little thing, but then he was from London and most of his neighbors had such little rat dogs running around their yards. “Do come in, no worries.  The babies are all tucked in their rooms safe and sound.” The man said speaking of the cats. <br/>
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Leaning in he didn't want to forget to gush over the man. “Sorry I greeted the dog first, she is just so beautiful.” He kissed his cheek and patted his face taking the plate. “Is this?? Oh this is tiramisue, did you make it? It smell amazing.” Freddie walked the plate to the table. “Jack this is Goodie, Goodie this is Jack. Jack is the old man in the room. Ask him his age, do it… you will laugh. It will give you the biggest giggle.” Freddie looked to one of his butlers. “Please some water for the lovely lady.” </span>