“Does that mean you’re going to?”

She looked down at him and closed her lunch box and put it to one side.

“I don’t think I’ll be needing that now,” she said.

“But you said you weren’t even interested in me! And now this?”

“I think you’re too young to date, but you’re a very nice tender age to eat.”

She looked up and out at the surrounding foliage. The look in her eyes, while they were not pointing in his direction, was strangely arousing. He took in the fact that he had gone from being beneath her interest to being beneath her height, and the fact that he was now the subject of her interest, regardless of his personal objections to the nature of her interest. Her high neck looked so elegant, that he would have loved to kiss it. Now he could imagine it being used in the way she had just outlined…

“Please, I need your help!”

“You need someone else’s help, but I don’t see anyone else around,” said Brenda, raising him to her mouth, “Under the circumstances, I should thank you more directly for your dating invitation though.”

She puckered her lips and pressed them to his face.

“Wow!” he said.

“I haven’t had this woman’s dining experience, but I should think that trenchcoats tend to stifle the taste of a shrunken meal,” said Brenda, as she pulled his coat off him with her finger and thumb, “And this tie’s not helping either. It’s too small for me to get a controlling grip on it. Do you mind taking it off and loosening your shirt for me?”

“What on earth do you think I am? I’m not going to help you do this to me!”

“Fair enough, but let’s just hope I can be careful with my teeth then,” she said, and brought him towards her mouth.

She carefully positioned her teeth near his neck, and bit off most of the visible part of the tie, and let it fall from her mouth. Her red tongue brushed against his face as she instinctively licked her lips. Then her teeth drew close again, and he felt a slight jarring pressure as her mouth tried to get a grip on the remainder of the tie.

“Alright! I’ll undo it!” he said.

“Thank you. I am appreciative,” she said, and waited while he undid the tie and discarded it.

Dick loosened his shirt too, undoing the top buttons. She pushed it down, so that his shoulders were now in sight.

“You won’t find another P.I. in the village, you know,” he said.

“I think I’ll manage,” said Brenda and opened her mouth wide, moving him towards it in her hand.

He saw her tongue behind her lips as he was forced into her mouth and onto her tongue. Before even closing her mouth, she tilted her head back, and he felt and saw himself sliding forward into her throat. Having not attended Colleen Balfour’s science class, he was surprised to find that her tongue was still a sliding pathway for him, once he was in her throat, until he slid below it and slowly slid all the way down to her stomach.

Brenda decided to take his tiny trenchcoat home as a souvenir.