The telephone in the living room rang. Setting down her novel, the brunette rose from her arm chair to answer it.

"Hello?" she asked, brushing a strand of hair over her ear, listening for a reply.

"Kim?" a familiar male voice questioned.

"Hi, yes?" Kimberly replied, listening intently.

"It's Serge," the voice identified itself as her friend.

"Oh hi!" Kimberly responded, smiling into the receiver. "How are you? What's new?" she asked, sitting down on the sofa next to the telephone.

"Not too bad," Serge replied, his slightly accented voice replied with a distinctly Slavic intonation. "You know, I think I'm really close-with the new Jessica I mean." he smiled.

"Oh you're still working on it?" Kimberly questioned, "Good for you! I'm so glad you haven't given up on your dream!" she smiled again, trying to encourage her friend.

"No, those were minor setbacks. Only one live spitting out of four on the first machine and two out of four on the second. A terrible mess I know, but I think I may be close to having the alignment issues licked," he explained to her.

"That's good," she nodded as they chatted, not wanting to consider the terrible mess he spoke of. "You sound pretty confident."

"I am. If I can break the 75% success barrier of manual live spitting and double or triple the speed of the process I'd make a mint off of Merle and he'd make a mint off of what my invention would do for his packing business," he said, dropping the name by accident, but secretly glad he did after doing so.

"Oh Merle Hill?" she asked with feigned non-chalance, but inwardly impressed.

"Yes. I know Hill's is a big celebrity these days but he still keeps a personal interest," he explained.

"So he's interested in your machines?" she asked getting excited for him.

"You bet," he began, gauging her enthusiastic response. "He told me personally if I can get this thing to work it'll be as revolutionary for his business as the microchip was for computers," he declared with no small degree of pride.

"That's incredible Serge!" she gushed, unable to conceal her happiness for him, knowing he hadn't had a lot to be happy about as of late.

"No it isn't. I've sunk a lot of my personal money as well as that of a few close investors into this thing and I've only had a few live whole roasters to show for my trouble," he paused in mid-breath, his tone becoming urgent, "But I'm close Kimberly, very close."

"I know you've really been balancing things haven't you?' she responded with heartfelt sympathy, knowing his tight financial situation.

"I have. It's been lots of stress between loosing Jessica last year and chasing my dreams it's run me ragged," he vented his heart to her.

"Ahttp://www...I'm sorry Serge," she moaned sympathetically, "Is there anything I can do?"

"Well, it's been tough getting whole roasters to test the latest machine, let alone an assistant. I was wondering..." he began wondering how to ask the question he was about to.

"They do get expensive don't they? It's a lot of at 125 dollars a sow," she cooed sympathetically, nodding into the telephone.

"They are, and my investors are getting very stingy about getting them for tests. If only I could have an assistant to help deal with the line up issues on the 3000 - that's my new machine by the way," he explained.

"Oh, you've got the 3000 version now?" she interrupted, not truly realizing how hard he had been working.

"Well, almost," he began to explain, "There's a prototype. It's got all of the final drive equipment and the attachments, but the various restraints for holding the sow are a little more elaborate than the final version will be. But I'm still looking for the right combination there."

"Oh yes," she nodded again, listening intently.

"So you were saying you wanted to help?" he asked, bringing her back to the subject at hand.

Kimberly paused before answering, nibbling her lower lip, anxious, "Ummm...what would I have to do?" She uncrossed and recrossed her legs nervously.

"Well, I need to mount you on the machine so that I can check some adjustments, make some alignments checks, for starters," he explained matter of factly.

"Oh!" the brunette exclaimed as the casual boldness that he made the request. She swallowed, feeling her heart flutter, "Jessica used to do that?" She had been reluctant to bring his ex-girlfriend's name up, but blurted out in her surprise.

"She did, but I guess it scared her too much. She left me over it. Thought I looked on her as a common sow. But damn it, I never flipped the switch on her."

"No, you didn't," she said sympathetically, reminded of her good friend's pain. "How many trial runs was she on the other 2 machines for?" Kimberly asked, stalling for time to think.

"Well, I put her in for six of the eight runs to make adjustments before running sows through the machine," he continued with his matter of fact explanation.

"Oh, well she didn't seem to be too worse for wear," Kimberly admitted, giggling nervously.

"Nope but I guess it freaked her out the see the sows get it right after she was in their place on the machine. I guess she figured her days were numbered

"Oh Serge, I don't think you would do that," she blurted out almost biting her tongue feeling as she just gave up her trump card for refusal.

"It was never my intention. I just need a consistent reference for calibrating my machine," he explained exasperated.

"Yes, I could see that," she responded, understanding. "I've never actually seen it, did you know that?" she informed him.

"Ah...really? Not even a photo?" he asked, surprised he hadn't included her in.

"No," she admitted, pausing a second, "That's so weird. - You and your secretiveness!" she admonished playfully. "Jessica only talked a little bit about it."

"I guess that's true. But you know there are some other companies out there trying to be the first," he explained.

"I only know that it spits sows, and is supposed to go faster than hand spitting for whole roasting, that's about it," she shrugged to herself.

"So what else did Jessy tell you?" he asked, using his pet name for his ex-girlfriend.

"Not a lot, can I see it before I say yes?" she bargained.

"Absolutely. I'm very happy that you're thinking of helping me out," he smiled with relief into the phone.

"Ok," she sighed to herself, relenting "When should I pop over?"

"How about later today? I'll be in the workshop all day tinkering with it."

"Ok, I guess I could do that 4 o clock?" she asked, nibbling her lip in thought.

"That would be great," he acknowledged with some relief that he might have a new assistant that he could trust with his secret.

"Ok, no promises now," Kimberly continued to hedge, "But I'll look."

"Not at all. doesn't hurt to look. I really appreciate it," he said agreeably, happy to have a chance to obtain another assist whom he could trust with his secret and would trust him.

"Sure," she intoned, smiling once again. "See you then?"

"Yes, absolutely;" he said before they said their goodbyes.

* * *

Kimberly checked her make-up in the rear view mirror before picking up her purse and getting out of her car to go to walk about the sidewalk of the non-descript bungalow and ring the bell. She glanced around his neighbourhood, surveying the other homes of similar look, a little anxious. She did not have to wait long.

The door opened, and behind it, was her smiling friend, Serge. "Ah, Kim, welcome, come in." He smiled, standing aside to allow her inside.

"Sure, thanks," she smiled, accepting his invitation. "Been busy?" she asked, stepping inside.

"Yes" he smiled proudly, glancing down at his oil stained lab coat. "Come on, my workshop is out back," he waived her inwardly cordially.

Kimberly followed him through the house and into the large backyard where a large metal shed, resembling a garage, stood at the end of the driveway. He paused at the door, holding it open for her before stepping through himself.

The space was flooded with bright fluorescent lights. On one side, were machines for cutting and working with metal, on the other side, an empty livestock cage. In the centre of the room was the machine, a complex jumble of stainless steel, leather pads and straps, motors, armatures and other gadgets. Polished to a shine, it dully reflected the overhead light.

"This is it?" Kimberly asked, pointing and looking to him for verification.

"Yup," he nodded with some pride. "The final version will have cleaner lines than the prototype but this is it. Let me give you a little tour. Makes more sense once it's been explained," he suggested, walking past her to introduce her to his invention.

"Ok," she nodded, letting him take the lead. "So how does it work?" she asked with a smile, trying to encourage him as he walked her over to the machine.

"The sow is put on this mark and a bar comes up and hits it behind the knees forcing it down on its knees here, you see?" her friend asked, pointing to two foot shaped marks painted on the floor at what she presumed was the end of the machine.

"Uh huh?" she nodded, questioningly as she placed her own feet on the two spots he indicated. "Like this?"

Encouraged by her interest he blurted out, "You want to try it out? The position I mean?"

Kimberly choked on her breath at his sudden invitation before giggling, "Nice try! But not just yet!" She waggled a finger at him, feeling her heart skip a beat.

"Okay well," he began anew, not wishing to put her off the recruitment, "Once the sow is on its knees, this bar here," he pointed to a padded roller, "Rotates around and forces it to bend over putting the chest here on this pad and the neck and chin on this pad." he pointed, directing her attention to each location on the machine.

Kimberly licked her lips, letting out a ragged sigh, and flushing slightly. "Alright," she nodded, trying to compose herself at the thought of it. "That seems pretty simple," she continued to regain herself, hoping he hadn't noticed her reaction.

"Before the sow can recover a strap is secured over the sow's neck here and another strap over the back here," he pointed to the broad leather straps as Kimberly wondered about those who had already been mounted on the machine. "The animal is fully secured within 3 seconds," he nodded with some degree of pride.

"That's quick!" Kimberly said, looking at him with wide eyes of amazement.

"That's the point!" he clapped his hands together excitedly for emphasis. "-Perfectly positioned in 3 seconds. Tits hanging down here ready to be filled, stomach here ready for the gutting knife and the pussy in the rear ready to receive the spit." Serge folded his arms across his chest, nodding proudly, gazing at her, hoping she found his design impressive enough and intriguing enough to become his assistant and help him.

Kimberly watched as he moved deftly around the machine, caught up in his passion, fascinated by the machine and its purpose. Trying to maintain her air of non-commitment, she continued with her questions, "Is the position perfect? You said that you were having troubles?"

"Yes," he nodded, conceding the point, "That is the biggest complication, finding just the right levels for the chest pad and the chin rest as well as the initial height of the rod so the spit passes through the animal without damaging any of the key organs." He fingered one of the spits absentmindedly as he pondered the problem even as they spoke.

"Oh..." she said, nibbling her lower lip, imagining the terrible thought, "-Some of the sows had that problem?"

"Yes, but I have a new method with a scanning laser level here to visualize the path of the spit through the body based on the settings on the Jessica," he explained his latest solution to the problem.

"Oh," she nodded, "You have been working hard."

"I have," he said, adding emphatically, "I'm telling you Kimberly, I'm really close."

"Looks like it!" she smiled at him, trying to erase his self-doubt with her reaction.

"Anyway," he nodded with a sigh, "Once I get the angle right, this motor here advances the spit slowly at first until it penetrates the sow's pussy." He said, directing her attention to the motor beyond the machine proper.

"Uh huh," she replied, looking at the motor, flushing again at the idea. "That's really intense."

Seeing the brunette's reaction he continued, sputtering with enthusiasm, "Once the system feels the resistance when it hits the back of the womb it sets a whole bunch of functions at once."

"Oh? Like what?" she asked, turning, to sit down on the end of the machine, crossing her ankles, the hem of her jumper sliding up her thighs.

"Well, the first the machine thrusts the spit forward entering the abdomen and speeds up a bit - at the same time these cups here," he began, moving to the side of the machine and pointing to them as she shifted to see, "under the hanging udders, pop up and suck in the sow's nipples. Then needles pop up and enter the udders and start to inject them with a fluid to help cook them and enlarge them. Makes for a better presentation of the meat don't you think?" he smiled.

"Definitely," she agreed, her feet swaying gently, dangling off the floor. "-Keeps them from splitting or drying out too." she nodded.

"Yeah, the old fashioned way was to put the sow on it's side after spitting on a table and use large syringes. Very tedious and messy too. But now, here, with this machine it happens as the spitting is done;" he smiled, unconsciously glancing at her chest with their discussion.

"Seems you've thought of everything," she nodded swept up with his enthusiasm and not noticing the glance.

"Yes, but that's not all," he persisted, before continuing. "Down here a knife pops up and into the sow's belly just above the pubic bone. It's quickly pulled across opening the belly," he pointed to the steel housing beneath the central pad of the thing. "The offal spills out here onto the disposal chute."

"Okay," she nodded, looking down at the ramp that jutted out the side of the contraption.

"Then another hose here is pushed into the anus and a jet of water cleans out the animal," he said, shifting to pick up a hose beneath her seat to show her. "Then this other extension, kind of like a large sewing machine you see," he pointed to another slot beneath the blade housing, "Is pulled across the open belly sewing it shut. Once that is done, filling is pumped in through the ass using the same plug that dispensed the water."

"Oh!" Kimberly said, a little taken by surprise by the talk of sewing, "I'm really impressed," she nodded, folding her arms across her chest defensively.

"Yes, by this time the spit is coming out of the sows mouth, the filling is done on both the belly and the udders," he nodded, going back to the spit ram, "As a final step, an anal stabilizer is dispensed here onto the spit rod and slid forward into the sow's ass." He picked up a bayonet with a bracket and adjustable bolt to fasten to the spit to demonstrate.

"That's really something," beaming at him. "You've really worked hard," she smiled, sounding like the teacher she was.

"Then the straps are removed, the legs are tied to the rod and the sow can be lifted off, ready for the roasting pit," he smiled, finishing his explanation, "And thank you, I have tried to get all the details down." He watched her slide off the back of the plinth.

"Yup, in about a minute you go from standing there to being carried off to be cooked for dinner - pretty neat if I do say so myself," he nodded proudly.

"One problem Serge," she interjected, self-consciously smoothing the front of her skirt to avoid eye contact for a moment.

"Oh what's that?" he smiled quizzically.

"I'm not a sow, how can I be on it without being spitted?" she tilted her head to one side to regard him.

"Well Kimberly, I need an assistant to check out the alignment. As I mentioned, I have this laser here that follows the line of the spit and traces out the path that the spit would take," he explained patiently.

"Uh huh?" she nodded, "So I would have to be on it right?"

"I turn on the laser to one side of the machine. It moves back so fast it draws a red line against the opposite wall," he explained trying to give more information before answering her question. "Yes, for me to see how this lines up."

"Jessica told me you put the spits in her, would I have to do that too?" she asked, licking her lips nervously.

"Yes, I need to go as far as I can to get the best alignment," he replied matter of factly.

"Hmmmm..." she mused, thinking.

Serge looked down at the machine and ran his hand over it, almost caressing it and then look back at her.

"-And you want me to....?" she asked, her voice trailing off as she glanced at the spits.

"Yes, well, it would be a great help," he smiled, encouraging her.

Kimberly nibbled her lower lip, avoiding eye contact, not sure if she wanted to know the answer to the question that immediately sprang to mind, "How far would you put the spit in?" She contemplated the enormous lengths of polished metal.

"Until it reaches the tripping point. That is, until it touches the back of your womb," Serge supplied, nodding.

"And then you would stop it?" she asked him, looking him in the eye, her own eyes wide.

"Yes," he began, pausing, "Well, the machine would be set to go no further. A sort of failsafe to avoid any unwanted accidents," he explained patting the spit drive.

"That's good to know," she sputtered softly.

"Yes, absolutely. After all, you aren't a sow," Serge replied almost exasperated at the implication on her part that he regarded her any other way.

"Oh I'm so glad you said that," she gasped and smiled with relief.

"Yes, of course. Once we have it set up I can convince my investors to spring for another sow to try it out on," he nodded, spelling out his plan for her.

"They would want to see me on it?" she asked, a new thought dawning on her.

"Yes, I'm afraid they would," he nodded and sighed, "-Or at least it would be very helpful," he nodded, crossing his arms across his chest.

Kimberly blinked rapidly, licking her lips in thought. Images of being nude in front of strange men in her mind. Then she considered who they would be, "I guess they see a lot of sows don't they?"

"They do," Serge nodded. "Nothing to be shy about," he reassured her, "To them you are just a piece of meat on the machine. And one they are happy not to be paying for."

"Well," she considered, leaning back on one heel, looking at the machine then looking at his expectant expression. The idea frightened and fascinated her at the same time. Jessica's hints and inferences of Serge's work were always exciting and left her wanting to hear more, now there was the opportunity to learn it all. She couldn't appear too interested however, assuming a mask, she relented. "Okay, I guess," she nodded, lowering her eyes.

"Great, that's great. Jeez. Thanks," Serge replied with unabashed relief.

Kimberly smiled at him still feeling nervous, then she spied a video camera on a tripod set back against the wall. "You tape the sessions?" she asked, stepping over to look at the camera more clearly then look at him.

"Yes, from several angles," he pointed at the ceiling where there was another camera. "I need to document the whole process in case I need to go back and check something," he smiled.

"Oh I see," she nodded, feeling too far in to back out now.

"Yes, it's all part of the process of invention," he smiled, remembering the tapes of Jessica he still had, the images of her in his mind.

"I guess it would be," she nodded before changing the subject, deciding not to protest the cameras, "So when do you want me?"

"Well, I'm ready to start a test real soon. How about tomorrow?"

"Ok, I guess," she agreed with a nervous nod, "What time?"

"At the same time as today," he offered, before receiving her assent with enthusiasm on his part before stating his was going for supper and offering her the chance to come along.

"Sure," she agreed, allowing the time to talk some more and get more comfortable with their plan, "Where shall we go?"

"Well, all this talk of spitting has made me hungry for barbecue," Serge declared, thinking of his favourite restaurant.

"I bet!" she responded, rolling her eyes at him. "You have some place in mind?"

"The Squeal of the Pig on Broadway," he declared with a simple smile.

"Oh my!" she giggled, placing a hand to her chest with astonishment at the name of the place. "I've never been there!"

"Well, it's cause for a little celebration. I think I can scrape together a few dollars," he offered, receiving a smile.

"Do you need to change or anything?" she asked, regarding his lab smock, trying out the spots on the floor where the sow would stand again.

"Not at all, I'm ready to go right now," he smiled, pulling off the tan coloured coat to reveal clean, suitable clothes for a dinner out.

He lead the brunette out of the workshop to his car, opening her door for her before stepping around to climb in and begin their drive to the restaurant. "It's not too far, just down the road here," he explained, starting down the street.

"Oh that place!" she nodded, recalling the sign and the outdoor cafe.

"Yes, their gimmick is to bring out a sow for you as part of the menu to help choose the cut you want. Of course, the actual meat you get is from a different sow who has already been roasted,"

"Oh I see," she nodded, "Well, it would take longer," she reasoned aloud.

"It would. If you order ahead you can go there earlier in the day and get to pick the actual cut of the actual sow you'll have later that night," he explained as she listened.

"Here we are," he said pulling into the lot next the restaurant. They could smell a sweet smoky scent coming from it.

"Smells good," she commented with a smile. Inwardly she was wondering what it would be like. She had been to the occasional pig roast at a beach party, but never a restaurant with open barbecue pits.

"It does. Let's go in through the back entrance past the cooking pits," he suggested.

"Ok," she nodded, "You want to see what's cooking do you?"

"Always," he declared as they got out of the car and he lead the way behind the restaurant. Smoke rose from several open pits into the illumination above the restaurant.

"Soon they'll have one of your machines here," she smiled at him enthusiastically.

"Yes, they do such a volume of business here I'm sure they'd benefit," he said with confidence. They walked amongst the low brick roasting pits. Smoke rose from the glowing coals. Meaty sows, their golden brown skin glistening, turned slowly and silently over the heat, their juices dripping down and flaring on the coals. They saw in one pit a sow still moaning, squirming, moving against the spit, her body shuddering. "They don't call it Squeal of the Pig for nothing," he smiled at Kimberly, his eyes sweeping over her form before turning back in their intended direction.

"I guess not!" she acknowledged with astonishment, walking past the pits, seeing them turn, the coals giving the place a red hue, scent and steam rising off the coals from all the fat drippings. He held the door for her as they entered the restaurant and walked along a long outer corridor to the maitre'd's station.

"Table for two," Serge directed the server before they were lead to a nice table to one corner of the outdoor garden to take their seats. Serge ordered a bottle of wine as soon as their server appeared, pouring them each a glass.

"To a successful project," Serge offered a toast.

"Yes may your project be a complete success," she added, touching her glass to his before taking a sip of the full-bodied cabernet sauvignon.

Serge waived to their waiter for service and returned to their table with a sow. She was a tall raven haired beauty, tall, curvy, with many prime cuts of meat. A little tag with the number 34 was clipped to the sow's ear. Her hands were tied behind her back, her breasts jutting out before her. She was not shy but obviously nervous and excited at the same time as she knew her fate this evening.

Kimberly looked at Serge, watching his reaction before turning her face to look over at the sow. She wasn't sure what she saw in Serge's face. This wasn't the reaction she would have expected from him with such a gorgeous sow before him. Instead he seemed to ignore the sow for the moment to speak to the waiter.

Serge introduced Kimberly to their waiter, Dale. It quickly became obvious that Serge was a regular here and the staff knew him well enough to be on a first name basis.

"Welcome to the 'Squeal of the Pig'. Have you dined with us before?" he asked Kimberly with a polite smile.

"Well I know he has," she smiled at Dale and shot a teasing smile at Serge before admitting it was her first time.

"Well then let me explain our menu to you," he waiter continued, "Obviously it would take too long to prepare number 34 here for you this evening, but she is due to be the next one to be spitted. In the meantime, she serves as our menu for now. And, as you can see, we only serve the finest fresh whole roasters. Don't you agree?" The waiter forced number 34 to turn around in front of then to show herself from all sides

"Yes, grade A definitely," Kimberly nodding with agreement, glancing at Serge.

"Thank you," he replied, "Indeed, at this very moment, a sow of comparable quality is almost finished in the pits for your dining enjoyment. We can use 34 here to go over what cuts you might like this evening"

"I'd love a filet," Kimberly declared, ordering the most expensive cut.

The waiter directed the sow to stand with her back to the pair, her legs apart and bent over. The waiter used his hands to spread the half-moons of the sow's bottom wide open to reveal her glistening fillet, obviously wet and swollen with excitement.

"Yes, that looks like and excellent cut," Serge agreed.

"And you sir?", the waiter offered, "Some rump, hams, perhaps a flank steak?"

"I'll have rump please," Serge responded.

"Very good sir. Would you like to see number 34 be spitted before you are served?"

"I think we'd rather talk," Serge intercepted Kimberly's response as she glanced at him. "The menus are usually the last ones to get spitted," Serge explained to Kimberly before looking up at Dale.

"Very good. Your meal will be out shortly," the waiter nodded and lead the sow away.

"Soon that bit of entertainment will change," Kimberly smiled a secret smile at Serge.

"Yes, I sure hope so!" Serge smiled back, his eyes narrowing.

"As soon as the machine is ready!" she began before lowering her voice to a giggling whisper.

"Yes, I think it will be a great improvement for a place like this," he acknowledged.

"Definitely!" she gushed, her green eyes flashing with enthusiasm. "It will be great!"

"And the world will have you to thank as well as me;" Serge nodded and smiled at her.

"Well maybe just a little bit,"she giggled softly, the history they were going to make finally striking her.

"Are the spits as big as the ones we saw on the way in?" she shuttered, thinking of the spit being inside her. She fidgeting under the table, uncrossing and recrossing her legs.

"Yes, the standard size, about 8 feet long and about 2 inches thick," he noted her sudden shifting in her seat.

"You use some kind of grease or oil or something right?"

"Yes, as the spit is pushed forward the front guide ring also dispenses cooking oil onto the spit"

"Oh I see," she murmured, nodding and nibbling her lower lip in thought. "There's oil on it already."

"Yes, but we can put some extra lubricant on you if you think you'll need it," he offered, wanting to keep his new assistant before he lost her.

"I wouldn't mind that thank you," she smiled and nervously swallowed some of her wine, before continuing her with her concerns about the machine. "I'm still a little freaked out about it," she flushed at the admission. "Jessica did it 6 times?"

"Yes, she did," Serge responded, keeping his face neutral and his tone matter of fact as his eyes brushed her face for signs of backing out.

"-And it didn't hurt or anything?" Kimberly persisted.

"Not that I know of; I always thought she found it very exciting," he nodded, smiling at her to reassure her.

"Well, it is exciting," Kimberly nodded, smiling.

"Yes, after the first time she didn't need any help with the lubrication," he smiled suggestively, his eyes twinkling, full of meaning.

"Oh my!" Kimberly blushed at the inference.

"Yes, my suspicion always was that she wasn't so much afraid that I'd do her but that she would volunteer to be converted and be spitted on the machine," he explained, building up the idea to her.

"Oh really? She liked it that much?" Kimberly asked, considering the thought.

"I don't know." he shrugged, "She always seems to be very conflicted about talking about it until she just took off one day without too much explanation," he said, his voice dropping as he remember the day his girl friend left him.

"It's just so weird," Kimberly mused puzzled, sympathetic to her friend.

"Think so?" he asked, looking up at her.

"Well, you guys were together for almost 2 years. I think she should have said something," the brunette declared in support.

"Well, I think people don't always tell everything to each other. And besides, some things we don't even admit to ourselves," he suggested to her, suspicious of Jessica's true motivations.

"That's true," she nodded agreeably before adding, "I do feel for you though Serge." She smiled at him with empathy.

"Thanks. I appreciate that," he said, accepting the support.

"How long did it take you to make this version of your invention anyways?" she asked, changing the subject to get his mind off his troubles and onto something he loved to talk about.

"Well, the 3000 took about four months to develop beyond the 2000 model. I think I've sunk every spare minute and dollar I have into the thing," he admitted.

"I'm impressed, it looks like it will be a great success," she smiled at him with enthusiasm.

"I'll drink to that." he declared, raising his glass to touch it against hers before taking a sip.

At that moment, their waiter returned with their food. . A browned fillet was spread out on Kimberly's plate for her, on his, a firm brown juicy rump. Garnished and with sides, the meals looked and smelled delicious.

"Wow! Kimberly smiled with delight and taking her napkin from the table to spread across her lap, "That looks great!"

"It sure does," Serge smiled.

The meaty brown mound, with it's inner and outer lips open beckoned to Kimberly's fork, knife and mouth.

The young woman retrieved her utensils to carefully cut away the button that was the sow's clitoris and pop it into her mouth, "Oh that's good!" she murmured savouring the morsel. She carefully cut down the centre of the fillet's crease, noting the swelled centre where the spit had passed through.

Serge smiled as he watched her carefully cut off a bite sized piece of the fillet, beginning to eat. Turning to his own plate, he cut a piece of the juicy brown rump meat and placed it on his tongue.

"This place is great Serge!" Kimberly gushed after dabbing her lips with her napkin. "This is sooo tender!" she picked up her fork to take another morsel.

"You look like you're enjoying that filet more than it's former owner ever did;" Serge teased, receiving giggles for his remark.

"I don't know about that!" she resisted, the aroma of her meal trying to convince her otherwise. Kimberly lowered her eyes, looking down at the piece of meat, contemplating her own version in a second of thought. "It's very good," she agreed, flustered.

"Yes." he smiled, watching her fork some meat and rice together, and raise it to her mouth to chew.

"What?" the brunette asked with a self-conscious giggle, catching him watching her,

"Oh, nothing. I was just thinking about how I love eating good BBQ more than sex sometimes," he grinned suggestively.

"Really? You're in the right business then!" she giggled, rolling her eyes at him taking a sip of her wine. "It's going to be intense tomorrow," she stated, setting her glass down and continuing to eat.

"Well, one has to love one's work," he teased, "-But yes, but I'm sure you'll take it, err handle it well," he feigned a stammer with a glimmer in his eye.

"I hope so, I still can't believe you talked me into it!" she replied with some mischief in kind. "How many tests do you think it will take?"

"Well, I am desperate and I do appreciate it," he admitted more humbly."-And I hope it will not take more than four." he informed her.

"You're welcome," she smiled sweetly, "I hope it's as fun as Jessica found it to be."

"Well by tomorrow night you'll know," he said matter of factly.

"I will!" she laughed, rocking in her seat with some anxiety. Taking another sip of wine, she sought to extinguish her reticence, before going back to her meal, wondering if he was comparing her to the sow that was so recently at their table.

"Believe me, my investors are pushing me to get this thing out as fast as possible," he acknowledged. The inventor took a few bites of the rump as he watched her eat. The brunette felt his eyes upon her but did not fuss choosing instead to continue to eat. Serge finished off the last few pieces of rump and wiped his lips. "Ah, nothing like a nice helping of roast sow in one's stomach"

"Yes it was good," she agreed, not quite finished with her meal but feeling stuffed "Thank you for bringing me here, it's really quite something," she said, watching him motion to the waiter to take the plates and bring the check.

"You're quite welcome. I thought it would be an appropriate meal to kick off our collaboration," he chuckled, eliciting an exasperated smile and a rolling of the eyes from her. Picking up the cheque, he offered to return her to her car, before receiving her agreement.

Serge lead her out past the roasting pits. They recognised Number thirty-four, who only an hour ago was standing next them at their table. Her carcass was rotating over the hot coals, just another sow being made ready for dinner. Kimberly watched his impassive face as they walked past, the gorgeous creature would be spread out across several plates before the evening was complete. The return trip left Kimberly wondering about what the next day would bring.