Janice twisted her tail at an angle to discretely spray a
little love-joy on J'Rul while he was distracted by the waiter.
She watched his snout as he said, "I'll have a warmic sandwich
with bittle seeds and the lady will have the cheesed fiddlers."
"And to drink?" asked the waiter politely.
"We'll both have a bottle of . . ." J'Rule replied and paused
for a second. There was a slight twitch in his snout.
Janice smiled. She had added extra oomph for she had no
intention of finishing the meal and wanted an anecdote of wild
passion to tell her friends about. There was also her weight
to consider.
". . . chilled palm wine." J'Rul ended then watched with
surprise as the waiter picked up the table and slammed it into
him.
"You are mine!" The waiter hollered dropping the table
and picking Janice up.
"Oh my!" Janice moaned, happy she had misfired.
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