Kayla was stunned. "Oh my goodness! How did a hunk like that keep it in his pants so long?!" The idea of training someone sounded nice too though. A little bad influence never hurt anyone. Anything was OK in moderation.<br/><br/>"Ok then," taken aback, " I'm not accustomed to someone being as blunt as I am. Touchee, amigo." She really wasn't. Most people used those things we call social skills. Kayla used them sparingly. "Well the best part is for later, what are you open to? Vice-wise, and sexually. This is a time for boy-hood admonishment, and maturity attainment! Debauchery is the only word here!" She said it like a bad action-cartoon announcement, pumping her fist once, only added to the melodramatic interpretation. The she started giggling wildly to herself. "God I haven't smoked something this good in a long time," she thought. "Not to mention you handled that dank like a champ earlier. I'm so high, I'm losing gravity."<br/><br/>She regained her composure, lifting her beautifully pedicured feet to his lap. She really loved the Cheshire Cat faces on her toes, they made her damned giddy. "We should also discuss this while you rub my feet. It may not seem practical, but to get any girl hot, give her a good body rub. In my case, talk dirty to me while you're at it."