RIO<br/><br/>I wiped my hands on a kitchen cloth and went to the fridge to get Lita a beer. No sooner had I returned, smiling to the doorway and offered it than the door opened again and the big hunky dude came in. Nice. Plenty of power in those thighs and backside...<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Sure, I can help and a beer sounds great."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><strong>"Here you go sweetie,"</strong>I grinned handing the bottle over. It wasn't from Goran's prized Dutch and Belgian stash - or whatever it was he drank. He would drink some of that weird 'wheatbeer' sometimes... odd stuff and a bit strong for me, no, this was good old plain American bottled - the stuff you could drink all night and still drive home and pass a blood test. Weak but tasty and refreshing to drink.<br/><br/>As Lita took the bottle I could swear her fingers made contact a little longer than necessary.<em>Oh? Flirty eh? Like your girls do you?</em>I decided to play along and rested a hand on her upper arm, the skin soft and warm over the firm muscle beneath. I steered her towards the crockery dresser.<strong>"If you could lay the table, please Lita... plates from there and the cutlery drawer is the left hand one. Placemats are in the cupboard below."</strong>I waved my free hand in various directions randomly before propelling Lita gently towards the oak dresser and letting her go.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Wow, that smells great."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><strong>"Thanks! And hi again!"</strong>I beamed, giving the man the once-over as he entered.<strong>"Beer? Nice and cold."</strong><br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"By the way, I'm Mark... nice to meet you. Need any help with anything in here?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><strong>"Heya Mark, alright?"</strong>I shook his hand.<em>Oooh, good firm shake.</em>I held onto the hand far longer than was needed and squeezed, pumping mine and enjoying the contact.<br/><br/><strong>"Help? Sure, a lady always needs help from a big strong man. You can down this~"</strong>I gave him another beer,<strong>"~and then help Lita lay the table. After that you can help me dish up. I just need to check my garlic bread isn't getting too crispy - just a sec!"</strong>I scooted back into the kitchen leaving the two of them to drink and work.<br/><br/>Mark was better close up. He'd looked a bit of an arrogant Jock-type when I saw him earlier but his face was rather cute and his manner was fine. He had some great muscles on him though. I wondered what Ms. Andrews would convert him into. Something big with lots of presence and not much brain.<em>A dog? No, too small. A horse? Yeah. A stallion would work well... or maybe... a bull? Wow, yes, big and thick and meaty with shitloads of stamina and a fire hydrant for a cock. Now that <span class="bbc_u">would</span> be fun.</em><br/><br/>As the two of them helped out I watched them from time to time. I was pretty sure Lita would make a great cat or a cow. The idea of force-loading her athletic frame with an extra fifty pounds of fat and some huge firm tits with fire-hose nozzle nipples really appealed. Those droopy down ears Molly had, little horns and some Friesian skin colouring. Mmm, hot. Especially if her mind wasn't completely removed and she knew what was going on and could walk and talk. Molly was fun but a bit dim for me, she could wear clothes but hardly knew enough of what was going on around her for it to be humiliating. Now a cow who could think but whose muscles we'd fucked with so she could hardly run or fight back... that would be deliciously evil.<br/><br/>My plain simple face betrayed none of the wicked thoughts that whizzed about behind it, though I might have seemed a bit dreamy and distracted as I watched the two people working.<br/><br/>The door opened once more and Senõr Arroyo came in. At once I ceased slouching in the kitchen doorway and stood up straight, looking efficient and ready for action with my tea-towel slung over my shoulder. I was immediately glad I hadn't had a beer myself. My boss introduced himself to the new arrivals and nodded at me. I smiled back.<br/><br/><strong>"Dinner's nearly ready, Mr. Arroyo. Five minutes. Just time to wash up and then I'll serve."</strong>