I can't wait any longer.

Lucy, I have been hopelessly in love with you from the beginning.  When the big round head kid first brought me home, and began an endless series of ridiculous attempts to get me to conform to the house regimen, I put up with him... but I remember you. 

We were a lot younger then, and you said and did some really mean things to me. 

I didn't understand at the time, but I do now.  You were only trying to get my attention.  That is the way human children flirt.  You don't have the nose to smell my butt the way we can.  I think it would draw undo attention if you did.  (By the way, you don't know what you're missing there... but perhaps, in time, I can teach you.) 

Time and again, you said mean and hateful things, and you yelled at me.  At first that hurt me deeply... but it finally became clear to me when I watched you play football with the big round head kid.  You would use all of your womanly wiles to convince the poor jerk that you would hold that football for him so that he could kick it.  Your skills were impressive.  You built him up by appealing to his need for acceptance and his basic insecurities ... to the point where he needed to kick that football.  His future manhood became tied up in his ability to kick that football.  You had the boy talking to himself.  

It was seductive. 

When I watched you two... I couldn't look away.  I knew that I was watching a masterful feminine performance.  It turned me on.   I was so aroused that at one point, I found myself humping the leg of that little piano one afternoon.  Completely freaked your brother out. 

And the payoff... the climax of your wicked seduction, was when you would yank that football away at exactly the last minute.  My God.  Of course, the round head kid would go flying through the air and land flat on his back... once again shocked at the despicable acts of a wanton woman. 

But I wasn't shocked at all.  I saw the real story. 

I watched the flush rise from beneath your collar and color your cheeks.  I saw you catch your breath and briefly close your eyes in concert with the passionate grasping of the football.  Then ... as he landed on the floor with a painful thud, you closed your eyes and shivered.  (ohhhhh)

Such sensuality.  Such intensity.  But most of all... I understand that the performance was all for my benefit.  You would never willingly abuse me, but you desperately needed to release the pent-up sexual tensions that I ... aroused ... in ... you.  So you made sure that I was witness to your dominance of him.  Cunning.   

The fact that you expressed your needs in such a sadistic form concerns me a little... but I'm sure that we can work with that.  (Incidentally, what do you think about black leather?) 

That reminds, we will probably need to talk about the cold nose thing. It's really not too bad once you get used to it.  Perhaps the fact that it's both cold and wet might put you off just a little... but frankly I think this is an opportunity for us to get creative.  

Oh yeah... and about that scented stuff that women like to use that supposedly simulates "Fresh Days"??  Unless you want to see a brother go crazy.... you need to leave those scented fragrances alone.  I can already smell you from three blocks away... you do not need that stuff.  (In fact, if you skip a bath or two, we'll be straight!)

But baby... as you can see I am clearly turned on.  I have waited far too long and I just can't wait any longer.   I want you.  I need you.  

We'll begin... with a kiss.