She yawned again, and this time he had the most point blank view into her mouth, with his eyes just above it.

“I’m really excited about going in there,” he said.

“Well I was planning to get settled into my house again in the giant land, having been over here for weeks, while Bob gets settled back into his after flying back and forth between Australia and the U.S.,” said Pandora, “So I won’t be eating you until after we’ve been there for a few months. But I can give you a better round of that prawn’s early experiences, and then pop you in my mouth for a better preview of things to come, without gobbling you down as soon as I get you to my Upsized home on the first day there.”

“I’d like that very much,” said Lennox.

“Can I accept your kind offer to stay the night?” she asked.

“Absolutely.”

They got out of Reba’s car. She locked it and let him lead the way inside. He gave her his bed and then went to the living room, opened up his futon,  and got comfortable for the night. He always slept without pyjama shirts, finding their presence uncomfortable and distrating from getting off to sleep. So he changed into a pair of pyjama shorts which were still hanging on the folding clothes horse in the next room.

Pandora texted Reba about the sleepover, and said she’d bring the car home as early as Reba might need her to, the next morning.

Try as he might, Lennox could not sleep. He was far too excited about going to the giant land and being eaten by Pandora. After he’d been tossing and turning for over half an hour, he saw Pandora come walking into the room.

“I was hoping you wouldn’t mind if I came and joined you ... so that I could lick your cheeks again,” she said.

“Be my guest!” said Lennox, lifting up the blanket and sheet on her side of the futon.

She slid in beside him and put her arms around him, and then started with the cheek which had not yet partaken of the benefits of making contact with her tongue. He felt the sliding motion of it, slowly stirring him into a powerful but very positive frenzy. She moved her head around and went to work on his other cheek again too.”

“Am I doing okay?” she asked.

“If I were an author trying to describe this, I’d run out of words,” said Lennox, “You’re welcome to do my upper arms and shoulders too.

She shuffled herself a little further down the bed, while he opened the blanket and sheet a little to let in the moonlight. Now he was able to see her tongue coming out of her mouth, as well as feel it sliding gracefully all the way along his upper arm to the shoulder, and then back down, an inch from the first trail of tongue moisture it had already left on the near side of the exposed part of his arm.