It starts in the usual way at Elite Retreat… Ms. Puddles, coming in response to the stupid tattle-tale door chime, turns the corner at the other end of the hall. We see each other… I am pleased, but she is wide-eyed in surprise. See, it appears she keeps a “book”… and guys are supposed to ask to have their names put in that “book”… and those guys who actually do get their name put in that “book” are periodically rewarded with extra special treats. Problem is – rabbits aren’t particularly good with “books”. And I think this somehow complicates her job.
So, we stare at each other for a few brief moments. Then we both turn and look at the open door to the better of the “treats dispensary” rooms. And, realising what each of us intend to do, we both make a dash for it. Ms. Puddles, both closer and much faster than I, gets there first and tries to block off the doorway. I, however, am more… “motivated” and “weasely”… and eventually manage to find the smallest gap in both her defences and resolve, and manage to wiggle my way through. And wrap myself defiantly around the leg of the table. While she leans against the wall in exasperation.
Ms. Puddles: “Why?”
Rabbit: “Kendra.”
Ms. Puddles: “Yes, yes… but you could just…”
Rabbit: “Kendra.”
Ms. Puddles: “Fine. Kendra. Do you want something…”
Rabbit: “Kendra.”
Ms. Puddles: “…to drink?”
Rabbit: “No. Yes. Maybe. Juice box. Please. And Kendra.”
Ms. Puddles: “Of course.”
Rabbit: “Thank you.”
Ms. Puddles takes her leave, and once I’m convinced it isn’t just a ruse to get me to let go of the table leg, I relax… and then I clean. While I’m doing that, I see someone come in through the door. It’s hard to see through the steam (especially without one’s spectacles), but I can tell it’s a lady… a very slender yet shapely young lady. Kendra kinda shapely. But it looks like the hair is too light to be Ms. Kendra. And too short too short. And…
….oooooh, if you…. bad, Bad BAD Puddles!
So I fling open the cleaning pod door, and to my very pleasant surprise, it IS Ms. Kendra after all (whew)! But with newly highlighted locks, tied up in the back. And she is @#$%ing GORGEOUS!
(…good, Good, GOOD Puddles!)
I don’t even bother drying off… I just follow her around the room dripping, giddily groping at her. She’s inexplicably tolerant with me pawing at her - telling me stories… showing me remnants of “markings” a certain someone had left behind (grrrrr… hmmmph )… pawing playfully back at me every now and then. It’s very, very happy… and you think that it doesn’t get any better… but then the tickling starts, and yep – that’s even better… and… just…
*thumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthump*
Hard to explain how much fun it is to play with Ms. Kendra. Harder to explain how much I adore her for making it that way. Hardest still to get playtimes with her these days. Seems like the secret might be “out” on this one….
Hmmph.
Happy thumping all!
So, we stare at each other for a few brief moments. Then we both turn and look at the open door to the better of the “treats dispensary” rooms. And, realising what each of us intend to do, we both make a dash for it. Ms. Puddles, both closer and much faster than I, gets there first and tries to block off the doorway. I, however, am more… “motivated” and “weasely”… and eventually manage to find the smallest gap in both her defences and resolve, and manage to wiggle my way through. And wrap myself defiantly around the leg of the table. While she leans against the wall in exasperation.
Ms. Puddles: “Why?”
Rabbit: “Kendra.”
Ms. Puddles: “Yes, yes… but you could just…”
Rabbit: “Kendra.”
Ms. Puddles: “Fine. Kendra. Do you want something…”
Rabbit: “Kendra.”
Ms. Puddles: “…to drink?”
Rabbit: “No. Yes. Maybe. Juice box. Please. And Kendra.”
Ms. Puddles: “Of course.”
Rabbit: “Thank you.”
Ms. Puddles takes her leave, and once I’m convinced it isn’t just a ruse to get me to let go of the table leg, I relax… and then I clean. While I’m doing that, I see someone come in through the door. It’s hard to see through the steam (especially without one’s spectacles), but I can tell it’s a lady… a very slender yet shapely young lady. Kendra kinda shapely. But it looks like the hair is too light to be Ms. Kendra. And too short too short. And…
….oooooh, if you…. bad, Bad BAD Puddles!
So I fling open the cleaning pod door, and to my very pleasant surprise, it IS Ms. Kendra after all (whew)! But with newly highlighted locks, tied up in the back. And she is @#$%ing GORGEOUS!
(…good, Good, GOOD Puddles!)
I don’t even bother drying off… I just follow her around the room dripping, giddily groping at her. She’s inexplicably tolerant with me pawing at her - telling me stories… showing me remnants of “markings” a certain someone had left behind (grrrrr… hmmmph
)… pawing playfully back at me every now and then. It’s very, very happy… and you think that it doesn’t get any better… but then the tickling starts, and yep – that’s even better… and… just…*thumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthump*
Hard to explain how much fun it is to play with Ms. Kendra. Harder to explain how much I adore her for making it that way. Hardest still to get playtimes with her these days. Seems like the secret might be “out” on this one….
Hmmph.
Happy thumping all!
