“I’m sure you can, in more than one way,” he said as he raised his left eye brow with a smirk. “Debra’s Hometown Shakes.” He was laughing. She separated herself from him, kissed his cheek, and got up. She walked towards the kitchen with the pace of someone who had an important place to be. Once there she took the blender out from the lower cabinet and sat on the counter top it next to the refrigerator. With a series of quick moves she loaded it with vanilla ice cream, milk and strawberries. While making the shake she told him a story. “One Sunday mornings I went to church with my best friend’s family.”

He interrupted her and said, “What does that have to do with the shake?”

 “If you let me continue with the story you will understand,” she shot back. “As I was saying, after the service we sometimes stopped at a restaurant called ‘Speeds’. It is well known in Battle Creek for its real ice cream shakes. At the time I was about ten years old and very excited because my family rarely went out to eat.”

He interrupted again, “So this is where you learned how to make shakes?”

“Stop interrupting me and listen.” He leaned forward, placing his elbows on his knees, and looking directly into her eyes said, “You had just arrived at the restaurant.”

“Yes, we were seated in a booth as we ordered our meals consisting of the best shakes, fries and hamburgers you have ever tasted.” She hesitated as if actually tasting this pleasant thought. “After about twenty minutes the light above our table burned out. At that exact moment my best friend’s father said, ‘Our meals are ready,’ and the waiter placed our orders in front of us.”

“And?” He said with a confused look.

“I was so naïve, for the longest time I thought restaurants turned the lights off above your table to let you know your order was ready.”

He laughed. “You crack me up. You are still that sweet naïve girl deep down inside.”

She thought about what he had said. A reflective smile spread across her face. Her sheltered childhood and time of innocence was something she would never forget. This sentimental moment caused a wave of sadness to spread over her body. There was no place for innocence in this world of harsh realities. However, here in ‘Randyland’, they were young, foolish and dared to dream. A warm feeling came over her and she knew the innocence was still there. It was just buried deeper than she realized.

“But that still doesn’t tell me how you learned to make “Debra’s Hometown Shakes.” “I got a bit side tracked with my story. ‘Speeds’ wasn’t located to far from house so when I got old enough for a part time job that was the place I worked. We had to wear ugly uniforms. They were burnt orange polyester pants with an orange brown checkered smock top.” She said shaking her head with a disgusted look. “That was the bad part but the good part was that I did learn to blend my own shakes. Everyone called them 'Debra’s Hometown Shakes’. There hasn’t been one served since I left there until now.”

“Are you ready?” she asked. The lights above him went out and she served him a 'Debra Hometown Shake' in a gigantic glass with a big thick straw. Sitting down close to him, she was filled with anticipation. He stared at the frothy delicious shake as condensation formed on the glass. He wrapped his hand around the cold glass and brought it to his mouth. Taking the straw in his lips he drew the first taste of shake in and held it before swallowed. She was looking at him and waited for some kind of response. Then he drew in a larger amount and swished it around in his mouth before swallowing.

In a bellowing voice he announced, “Delicious, you are a shake making Machine!”

They leaned into each other and shared a gentle kiss, to mark another moment in time that would never be repeated. For the next fifteen minutes they shared the shake till there was just a little bit left on the bottom. Debra always left the bottom fifth of anything she drank in the glass. He never understood this because he always savored the last part. His parents had been very patient when it came to him and shakes. The last part was meant to be sucked out and the slurping noise was music to his ears. He slurped in the last part and it was anything but music to her ears. She gave him an appalled look insinuating How-could-you-do-that.

“What? The last part is the best part,” with a childish grin spreading across his face. It was the best shake he had ever had. Made by Debra and filled with love.

“Now it is time for a climatic end to ‘Debra’s Hometown shakes’,” she said. “Take a deep breath, relax, and prepare yourself for sixty minutes of sensual pleasure.”

She poured a glass of wine which they shared as she teased him in way that pleased her. Her wet full lips brushed over his ear sending shivers through his body. He was aroused with the sexual promiscuity she flaunted for him. This set their minds free. They were no longer slaves to the mundane and they could explore their darkest fantasies. She stripped him naked - one piece of clothing at a time and then she did the same to herself as he watched. Once they were naked, they didn’t touch. They just sat and stared at each other, their minds engaged, and their subconscious’s made loving. There was no denying the desires and longings that needed to be satisfied. Time passed while a river of love flowed between them. There were no words between them. It was nearly four am and the wolf had many more surprises planned for later. He drew her close into his fur. He buried his forehead into the top of her head and snuggled up on their twin mattress for a good night’s rest.