"Come in. The door's unlocked."

Feeling far too lazy and comfortable to get up, Xabar yells, "Come in. The door's unlocked." In response, he hears Glynda’s voice, asking, “Could you help me out? My hands are full.”

Xabar pulls himself from the bed and opens the door, seeing Glynda with a large tray, filled with food. “I hear you require some room service,” she says, cheerfully. “I wasn’t sure what you liked, so I brought you a little bit of everything.”

Xabar gratefully takes the tray and breathes in the aromas, hungrily. “I can’t imagine this selection possibly being any better — unless, of course, it was perched on your back so I could eat from it while doing you doggy-style.”

Glynda giggles and helps him unload the tray onto the dining table. “Mother told me she is letting you stay with us for a while. I still can’t believe how much she likes you! She’s actually ok with you sharing my room!”

“I knew I’d get to her,” says Xabar, his mouth already filled with a large bite from a sandwich. “It’s part of the Xabar charm. I’m told it’s my eyes — the only positive trait I inherited from my mother.”

“It wasn’t your eyes that charmed me,” says Glynda, reaching between his legs and giving a playful squeeze.

Xabar raises an eyebrow in between bites and then glances suggestively toward her bedroom. “Why don’t you tell me about it?”

“Oh, I will! Count on it! But right now I have to get back to work. Mother was quite clear that I wasn’t to get distracted, and once I dropped off your food, I was to get right back downstairs.”

With his hunger being satisfied, Xabar was now hearing from the rest of his body about other needs. The loudest voice, and the one that generally prevailed, was coming from between his legs.