" It's Murphy. Murphy Heart. Spelled just like it sounds." Heart said, sitting up in the womans palm. He pressed his own hand against her fur, feeling it's softness and smoothness. He wanted for her to just ball him up in her fist and mold him like dough. At that moment he recalled what she had said. " Um...these micro rooms of yours, they don't neccasarily exclude the option full sized masseuses do they? Let's just say I'm looking for my spa visit to have a real kick." Murphy said.<span style="font-style: italic">And maybe a stomp, slide and a very interesting game of 'this little piggy'.</span>His thoughts added to a lingering excitement that came with being held aloft by what could only be called a whole lot of woman. He shook his head quickly to keep such thoughts from clouding his mind.