"No...I'm not deaf, Clara. I guess all this nudity and hunger is playing tricks with my mind," Dukey admitted sheepishly,"but he was just standing there, so I thought...oh, never mind!"<br/><br/>"Klutz karma, huh? I don't believe in that kinda stuff, although..." he trailed off, his voice lowering to a barely audible level, "that psychic seemed to be telling the truth." He looked up at Clara, as she turned away and carved off a piece of meat, and then turned back to face him, raising it to his mouth and saying, "Open up." He had barely enough time to do so, before she stuffed the roast in between his teeth, pushing with a finger. He almost choked on it, but didn't. Instead, he sucked her finger slowly, closing his lips over it, and using his tongue to lick the meat juices off.<br/><br/>He swirled his tongue all around that single digit, and the corners of his mouth curled upward, before releasing her finger. He smiled brightly and casually remarked, "Yum, Clara...you make a mighty fine roast. I can't wait to have some more of it." He sighed softly. "Now, where are those two?" He shook his head slowly, and inquired, "If you'll excuse me for a moment, Clara? I'm gonna make a quick call to a friend of mine. I haven't heard from him in ages."<br/><br/>He stepped outside, entered the number on his cell phone, hit send, and held it up to his ear. "Hey, Bubba!...Yeah, it's Dukey. How are you, you rascal?... ... Good, good, me too... ... Listen, I just wanted to get in touch with you... ... no, nothing's wrong, in fact I have some good news... ... I'll tell you about it later... ... Alright, later man!" Dukey hit end, and went back into the house, to find Clara putting the finishing touches on what looked to be a wonderful meal.