(Yeah, I was just thinking that myself, I'll send him a p.m. tommorrow if he still hasn't posted)<br/><br/>Terry let his head tilt dreamily to the ceiling , looking up with half closed eyes and a satisfied grin in his face, the delectable little waitress sliding down his throat. The slick, smooth walls of his oesophagus, began to close around the feet of the waitress, as they finally slipped from the back of the throat and into the gullet. A final lick of the souls of the fett and she was gone.<br/><br/>A loud gulp, echoed around the mouse as the slow journey became terrifyingly quick as she was shot down towards the stomach, the folds of the throat rubbing and slipping around her. It was not long until Chloe reached the sphinter of the stomach, the tight circle of muscle stretcthing around her body and hugging her tightly as she was forced through it, to dangle in the stomach.<br/><br/>Terry's grin increased on one side as he felt the waitress slip from the tight hold of the sphincter and heard the plop as she fell into his stomach. He rapped his fingers on his stomach as he let out a satisfied groan, "You are going to make a fantastic waitress." he said kindly to his stomach.<br/><br/>It was then he noticed that Celia, was hovering very close to him. His grin became a little more nervous, "Sorry... , just got a little enraptured with my meal. Thanks for being so patient..." he felt a little friction on his legs as the coils tightened around him. The warmth was quite comfortable, but he now made a conscious attempt to move his legs. His pupils dilated slightly when he realized he couldn't, "Perhaps I could freshen your drink. I was going to order myself something sweet to wash our waitress down." he said hopefully, but quickly realizing that a drink and a chat was not what Celia had in mind.