I enjoy watching her as she carefully prepares her food before tasting it.  Where-as, I just dig in to my meal, spearing out pieces of beef, snag (but a snag that is spiced and quite different from any I’ve ever seen on a barbie) and what could be pork.  All so beautifully tender that it literally falls apart.  [Later in life I learn that this meal is to be eaten by squashing the meat into fresh bread and dipping everything into the sauce.  Real comfort food.]<br/><br/>“I agree with you on pain.  I’m at a bit of a loss to reconcile pain with sexual pleasure so you’ve no worry there.  However, regarding those ‘toys’, fair warning, but I’ve no experience with any of them.  I’m willing to have a go.”<br/><br/>Taking a sip of wine I study Kozzy.<br/><br/>“My imagination has been running riot since I first discovered them, putting you and them together.  I must admit that there are some items in that collection that I have no idea what they are.  They were just names.  I mean one carton was labelled ‘Tens’, and another as ‘Sybian’ with all sizes of dildo’s included.  Maybe you’ll do a demo?<br/><br/>Sorry!  Just kidding.”<br/><br/>I wonder if I should make a move?  I would seriously like to.<br/><br/>“Were you going to have a duff?  Coffee?  Tea?  A sticky?  I noticed an excellent Muscat on the wine list that is highly recommended that I think I will try.”<br/><br/>“Perhaps we could have them on the balcony here or in either of our rooms?”<br/><br/>I hope I don’t appear too eager.<br/><br/>