Because it is Friday, and hardly anybody reads Val's masterpieces on Friday...my two loyal commenters will be treated to more Jackfoolery. He's got a knack, that little guy. A knack for wiggling his way into the hearts of even the staunchest anti-Jack-ites. For making them jump on the Jackwagon. Even sweet, sweet Juno has come around. Like a Sour Patch Kid, first Juno is sour...then she's sweet, sweet.
Here comes Jack, all ready to win friends and influence species.
That. Or he's looking for his bolt and shop towel that I put up so he couldn't work overtime all night.
Then there's Juno, seeking a kind word, a pat, perhaps a light-lipped theft of some puppy toys.
At first, she plays hard-to-get. Retreats toward her private doghouse. Reverses direction. Then she loosens up like she's stopped by Happy Hour for a couple of cocktails. She gives Jack an inviting smile.
And THEN, my friends...it is time for THE KISS!
Val's mouth is not the only place Jack freely inserts his tongue.