New Year's Toy....
The bell rang, accompanied by a soft shuffle of a package left to find. The receding shadow of the erstwhile public servant of postage rapidly fading out of focus as he beat an efficient retreat toward the awaiting packages, bills and earth shattering announcements of great, new and revolutionary new products, yours for but a small fee; plus shipping and handling but of course, awaiting his continued careful delivery in his white, blue and red chariot.
Opening the door, the small cardboard box looked innocuous enough at first, and then second inspection. He, of course, knew otherwise, gathering it in with a pleased look not unlike that of the famous Cheshire Cat....before shutting the dawn out once again. Returning to the lair, he drew a bath, scented and steaming, fixing hot tea, animals fed and then shutting the door to the sanctum with a final resounding click. Focused fondling under covers drew a soft surrendering whimper of refusal to greet the day. Undaunted, he nuzzled and persisted; till the mood hiding under the covers changed, letting loose the clutched straws of Nodd....
“Ga'mornin' pet,” He murmered.
“Mmphmppp...”
“I drew a bath,' He enticed as he massaged her soft smooth belly, then shoulders as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes....
“Mmmmm...” Eyes opening a little as nipples respond. “Shave me?” She asked half awake, playfully.
“Need you ask?” He chuckled with a grin, knowing the surprise he had just retrieved. Drawing the covers off she slipped to the carpet and padded to the tub, his hand drawn behind in her own, a shoulder bare as the robe slid free as if anticipating it's soon slide to the floor.
Until....
Veritas....
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