Ptricia shrugged. "After you freaked out, I invited Babs back to my place for a late dinner. Spit roast.... We both enjoyed it so much, she stayed for breakfast. She's almost done."<br/><br/>Barbara's head spoke. "I'm sorry you reacted so badly... Ptricia said something about a girlfriend, you could have just said, and we could have had a quiet dinner without any 'dessert'." She gave him a half ldded look, in a way that underlined exactly what the euphemism meant.<br/><br/>"Please, share breakfast with Ptricia and me. Your girlfriend can't object to that. I'm not a rival, I'm protein. You can even eat my head when the rest of the roast is finished... On second thoughts, maybe not. If she's as posessive as she seems to be, you don't want stories of you getting head from someone else to get back to her." She giggled.