<span style="font-weight: bold">Samantha Belweather</span><br/><br/>"Sure," I said, thoroughly pleased. It was so rare for a man to take an interest. "He was delicious. Moreover, his texture..." I sighed in satisfaction, "calm on the plate, comfortable in the throat... and<span style="font-style: italic">struggling</span>in the stomach. Most men accept their fate, by the time they get here," I continue, patting my bulging tum, "which is fine and their proper place, but sometimes it's nice to have it be lively down there," I smile, slowly, rubbing the writhing mass. "For a little while."<br/><br/>"Excuse me," I said, catching our waitress as she passed. "Just the cheque, please."<br/><br/>"No dessert?" She asked lightly, eyes flickering to Jules and back to mine, a slow smile spreading across her face.<br/><br/>"Not here," I answered, sharing a quiet and intimate feminine moment, as I ran my foot up Jules's leg.