<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/80/e0/d2/80e0d22437aaa135d05e2693e9ad5af0.jpg)<br/></div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Berlin Sans FB;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"> Taffy Silk<br/>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><br/>I pout at the obvious desire that she resists. She is however that slightly serious mode about her.<br/><br/>I flex my arms, and pose like a (not terribly impressive) bodybuilder.<br/><br/>"Strong, me be strong for boss lady!"<br/><br/>Having had things done to her, and had that welcoming party at the airport, I do understand that something is up, I'm just not sure I have all, or any of the pieces. I strut over to her., and lift her chin with a finger.<br/><br/>"Sure thing, guv. I live to please. Or serve. Something. Shopping, tea, definitely tea not ground up beans, escape to warmer climes. Got it. Now shower though."<br/><br/>I pause and glance over my shoulder, partly to see if she's watching.<br/><br/>"Um, we are going to look stylish while doing this, right?"