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Author's Chapter Notes:
Kayte's Mom and Stawmi go away on vacation together, leaving Kayte the chance to ask Tennyce over alone for lunch.
Kayte and Tennyce (on a picnic) had a talk one sunny day.
“Would you like to come for lunch next week? My Mom will be away,”
Kayte informed him, “She and Stawmi will be on a joint vacation.
You and I can have the house alone, by special invitation.”

Tennyce turned up on the day and saw that Kayte at last had donned
Her most lovely dress: his favourite. He had told her he was fond
Of the stunning girl in all her dresses; but he’d kept on hinting.
On this day she’d finally worn it. He stared up at her, still squinting.

From the ground, to him, her face was so high up. He strained
All his vision to look up at her; and then the girl explained:
“I was saving it for you to see, and this is that occasion:
Mom would never let me eat you, but she didn’t need persuasion…

… On the day before I asked you on this date, she said she’d thought
I could do it after all. So be aware your time is short.
As you know, I find that laughter is the most appealing tonic.
So I’ll eat you in your favourite dress, and won’t that be ironic?”

Though he tried to run away, she had her fingers quickly catch
Tennyce. Then she said, “You don’t have long. You’ll soon be down the hatch.
Mom won’t save you this time, little boy, and don’t attempt to squabble.
I’ll soon have you in my mouth, and then I’m really going to gobble!”

“Just one question, Kayte,” he said, “If she had never once agreed,
And we later turned 18, would you have used me just to feed
Your big tummy; or would you have let me live and then consented
To a marriage? I just have to know if you’d have been contented.”

“At 18, I’d make my own decisions,” Kayte said, “You’d be gone,
And you will be in a minute, even though you turn me on.
Have a good trip down. Forget your every dream that you could own me.
Now you’ll never have the chance to live with me in matrimony.”

He could only watch the pleasure on the laughing face of Kayte.
Then she put him in her giant mouth, and (in one piece) she ate
Him, by swallowing and gulping. Then she simply started reading,
Unconcerned with what she’d done to him, in spite of all his pleading.

For an hour she read a book, relaxed and most inclined to slouch,
As she’d made herself more comfortable upon her mother’s couch.
Then she closed the book and saw that, on another couch there rested
Such a tiny earthling boyfriend whom she thought she’d just digested.

“Don’t get up,” said Tennyce, “Friemann Flyte replaced that amulet,
Which was giant sized, with this one. Then I made a vital bet
With your Mom, that if she lifted what had been a safe restriction,
You would eat me. I’ve observed you simply reveling in fiction…”
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