The basket moved. The slight bouncing motion did not disturb Jethro. Jethro had tolerated worse. Jethro had been placed down a relaxed fit pant leg to be taken thru customs and then put in a lap top back pack next to the mouse and charger.<br/><br/>Even that did not disturb Jethro. Once up a time Jethro had been wrapped around the handles bars of a Harley Hog to guard it. That had bothered Jethro and he had let everyone know it.<br/><br/>Jethro was mildly curious as his warm hidey place came to rest again.  When the  top of the wicker basket opened up and warm sunlight shined across it and warmed his faint pale yellow bands down the length of his body, he had to find out what the hell Vern was up to now.<br/><br/>His large tan head was in the shape of a V. His tongue flicked out tasting the air as he rose up and up and up from the basket. Uncoiling 4 feet of his length. He raised up the anterior portion of his body and flattened his neck just to let everyone know not to fuck with him while he was checking things out.<br/><br/>Not that he was a celebrity at all.  There was no Paparazzi looking thru the blinds to take a snap shot. He was just himself. A 7 foot King Cobra out for a peek at the world he'd been drop into.  Not surprising he focused on the movement in the corner trying to figure out what to make of her.<br/><br/>Vern grinned as he announced, "Ladies this here is Jethro.  Don't upset him. He's got keen eye sight.  But he does love to dance with someone. "<br/><br/>"So look here Goth Goddess," Vern said cheerfully to Madison, "Dance a little so he don't get pissed off and bite!"<br/><br/>Vern turned around to the others, "Anyone else wanna screw up an find themselves dancing with Jethro for a while?"<br/><br/>