Jimmy’s birthday was coming up, and Jamie wanted to throw him a special birthday party. “How old are you going to be anyway?” she asked him.

“Why do you want to know?” Jimmy replied.

“Duh, well, I have to know how many candles to get for the cake.”

“Oh. One hundred twenty-six,” Jimmy said.

“Ha ha,” Jamie laughed.

“Keep in mind that’s meerkat years,” Jimmy said. “And chocwat cake pwease, no stwawbewies.”

“Wight,” Jamie said. “No stwawbewies.

“Will there be games?” Jimmy asked.

“Of course,” Jamie said. “I’m thinking along the lines of pin the tail on the meerkat.”

“I might have to veto that one,” Jimmy said.

“Okay, how about hide and seek?” Jamie suggested.

“Great choice,” Jimmy said. “I’m a master at that. But I think the name of the game is Hide and Go Seek. Either way, when I hide, I’m impossible to find.”

“Oh yeah?” Jamie scoffed. “I’m a world class seeker.”

“We’ll see about that. Close your eyes and count to ten, then see if you can find me.”

Jamie closed her eyes and counted to ten. “Okay, here I come, weddy or not,” she called out.

“I can’t believe you found me.”

“You’re just lucky I didn’t do you in the wash, thinking you were one of my dirty stockings.”

“Me a stocking? Ha ha ha,” Jimmy chortled. “If I were going to be a stocking I’d be a clean stocking, softer than soft and sexier than sex. Well, almost as sexy as sex. As for you finding me, I think it was beginner’s luck. I was just getting warmed up. Let’s do two out of three.”

Jamie counted to ten. “Here I come, ready or not,” she called out.

She went straight to the oven.

“Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy,” she scolded the impish beast. “You’re lucky I didn’t bake you in a strawberry pie.”

Jimmy shivered. “You’re just teasing about the strawberry pie.”

“Right,” Jamie said. “It would have been rhubarb.”

“Very funny,” Jimmy said. “Okay, one more, this one for all the marbles.”

“Fine,” Jamie agreed. “You get one more chance.” She counted to ten. “Here I come, ready or not.”

She went straight to the toy chest, sure Jimmy would be curled up inside.

“Marbles, marbles, marbles,” she muttered to herself. “Maybe he meant rambles. Brambles. Scrambles. Maybe Jimmy was a master-hider. But Jamie was a master-seeker. She had her ways.

It didn’t take too much touching for Jamie’s sex scent to fill the apartment. Up popped Jimmy.

“No fair, that’s cheating,” he claimed.

“Ooh, poor one hundred twenty-five almost one hundred twenty-six year old baby,” Jamie said. “Here, have a taste.”

Jimmy more than indulged.

“So yummy,” he said. “That’s what I want for the frosting on my cake.”

“It will be my pleasure,” Jamie assured him. “But how was marbles a clue?”

“Marbles?” Jimmie said. “I thought it was stockings.”