Jack was already in a dangerous situation. He was now being lowered onto the salivating tongue of the lovely redheaded chef woman. In his normal life, he would have loved to get it on with this lady and feel her wet tongue on his skin, but being tasted and devoured, wasn't what he had in mind. He was three inches tall and wiggling and shouting on his way toward her gapping maw, "What are you doing lady, don't do this." The chef stopped lowering him and she said, "What am I doing, isn't it obvious. I'm sampling one of the ingredients while nobody else is round. You are a tasty looking morsel and this chef needs a little snack to continue her hard day of cooking masterpieces."
Jack tried to think of a way out of his situation, he did but it was only a stop gap measure, "Hey sexy chef lady, why don't you save me for later. You are a beautiful woman and I would be fine with being eaten by you if I got to know you better. Maybe you could take me home with you and talk to me a little, then you could cook me up for your dinner." She looked at him for a moment pondering what to do with him.
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