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Jeffrey was wandering around with a small sandwich when he almost fell. Looking down, a tail simply dissapeared, only for the man to hear frightened whimpers coming from a tree. Then again, he could see a shaking rump from the same place, though covered by a red and purple dress.

"There she is!" he comments, walking over explicitly on the opposite direction to make sure he's face-to-face with the hostalamia. Stepping around the tree, he sees her, hands on her face blotting all sight. Still thinking what what you can't see can't see back.

Jeffrey sighs, not a exasperated one, but a rather fond one. He reaches for her hands and gently place them on her own, receiving a small 'eep' reaction from her, but no more. Having been through this a few times before, this was Jeffrey's method of letting her know it's him. Her breathing calms down, enough for him to slowly start moving her hands away from her face...

...only for her to immediatly shover herself in a frightened hug, his face knee deep in the generous cleavage of her outfit. While pleasant to the sensation and the smell, Jeffrey liked to breath. This hug was allowing him to do so. So, he pulled himself out, instead offering her the sandwich he came along with "I know fright marathons tend to make your stomach empty, Melina".

With no hesitation, the lady snatches the combo of meat, bread, lettuce and cheese and chows down on it, her tail wagging with joy and contentment. Jeffrey watches her eat for a moment, sitting as he does. Melina does the same, making sure to lean on him as she eats, her wagging tail slightly coiled to his arm, still seeking a bit of comfort.

He responds with a series of taps on her forehead just as she finishes eating, causing her to 'eek' another time, but with a visible blush on her face. Her hands join together, a very notable purple gem adorning one of her fingers, surrounded by gold. His free hand lumps down on her joined, a brief show of the same band, but with a clear gem instead of a purple one.

This series of patting continues for a solid minute, greatly calming the hostalamia down. His hand eventually winds down, coming to a complete stop. Jeffrey looks into Melina's slightly peeved face from the patting's end "You alright now?"

Her head missing the repeated pattern of his hand gently stroking it, she never the less nods timidly "Y-yes, I'm calm now". A red flushed smile spurns from her face "Thank you".

"It's no problem" he retorts, grabbing her hand "Now, come on, day still isn't over and we've got plenty of meals to prepare".

He starts moving, but Melina wanted another way to gratify his act. She reaches out with her grabbed palm, suddenly turning him around, open for a kiss she capitalizes on. With cheeks as red as her scaled tail, her pink lips come to meet his with closed eyes from her part. He fights not, as he came to terms long ago with the fact that Melina was very poor at expressing her feelings with mere words. Hugs, kisses and embraces are more of her alley, even sometimes brushing his back with her chest when neither is too busy.

By the end of said kiss, Jeffrey had the same steam of embarrassement as Melina, choking his own as much as he could, trying to forget it as he careful grabs her hand to lead her back home. Neither speaks a word, the momentum of the act much more loud than enough to convey anything either needed to send.

...

The couple makes it out back at their domain, a modest housing in the distance, 2 stories high. IN the front, however, a pretty large stock house doubled with a greeting hall, kitchen and everything food related. Waltzing inside, Jeffrey immediately starts working on making more sandwiches, followed closely by Melina, eyes full of sparks with every meal cooked and ready. She makes no effort trying to hide the desire to chow down on one of those prepared cookings, a thing that has let Jeffrey to issue one of her own every once in a while.

His daily tasks were simple: gather some ingredients, blend them into something tasty and wrap it up for the clients to come and take it. More often than not, however, the patrons would come around and wait, since Jeffrey was fond of doing his cooking in display for all to see. It had become as much attraction as the actual eating of his meals. With so many asking for seating tables to watch the man in action, he had to expand his greeting halls, the reason why the place was as large as it currently is.

Funny thing is, their original idea was to simply cook the meal and leave it for a patron to pick up through a small reactangle-shaped opening. It didn't last once some patrons were won over by Melina's meek disposition, as they spotted her inside the establishment delivering the much sought feast. Some started hopping inside simply to catch a glance of her in her adorable maid outfit fidgeting under their stares. Others, caught on by the smell of meat, wandered further, only to be presented with a man cooking behind a wall that he had yet to build.

Regardless, those coincidences attracted much of the current's business, making his humble stand a mint. Although today faced a bit of lateness due to a pretty enthusiastic Brachy hypnotized by Jeffrey's handling of the ingredients. Her struggle to keep herself seat failed, allowing her to induce in a serie of pumped up acrobatics, scaring the colors out of Melina. The door broke down under her panicked weight. Good thing Jeffrey was none the wiser, excusing himself as he ran after her.

Eventually, however, the day does come to an end, the last patron the same Brachy who basically started this little incident. Jeffrey had no grudge to hold as only serious ill coming out of this was a pair of broken doors he could replace the next day. She bows down, apologizing to both him and his frightened wife shaking profusely behind him. With an extra tip behind, she leaves, speaking about sharing it in tandem with a man whilst they go on a hiking experience, leaving Jeffrey and Melinda alone in their structure.

"Well, here goes the last customer. Better shut it down for today", he speaks, noting the red glow in the skies, an indication of an approaching dusk.

"Not soon enough" she whispers behind his back, still uncertain of patron's presence. Jeffrey wheezes a nimble laughter, turning around to take her hands in. once again, causing her to blush slightly "Come on, let's go home, we're done for now".

A 10-minute walk later, the couple were finally in home, sweet home. Jeffrey's first act inside was to slouch at the couch, jumping straight on it to let go of his sore muscles. His arms behind his nested head, he closes his eyes, hoping to catch a few zzz...

...and immediately got awake by Melina's generous chest. She was putting them in full display, even in the relative safety of her blue dress which had a triangle opening for some reason. Her face was in full blush, her hands lifting the hefty cleavage forward under a cross, emphasizing them toward Jeffrey. If the man once learned that she was poor with words, she learned rather quickly that he was not all that straight forward with his desires.

His desires were her desires, but he liked to keep them hidden, even when blatant. She currently yearned for his attention and displayed it in the one way a man couldn't mistake it for anything else. Red cheeks invaded Jeffrey's face, especially knowing that her 'milking' was not to come until the weekend and this was tuesday.

This basically was a free-pass for him to display his daily affection in a way she especially loved: ample massages to her 'chest' area. Being sensible in this area similary to a holstarous, Melina once again struggled to keep her voice down as Jeffrey went to 'work'. 'Work' being a gross overstatement in this situation. He awaited what was this to bring them to with am explicit glee, even eyeing her body's form as mischevious thoughts started flooding his mind...