Baby breaks her dishes, she won't eat her peas...baby never misses, when she throws her spoon at me.

I was visiting the National Gallery in London to look at the painting "Tiger in a Tropical Storm" by Henri Rousseau. As I approached the painting, I noticed a woman with long, beautiful hair standing in front of the painting, clearly enjoying it, with her thumb in her mouth. Not something you see too often -- an adult woman sucking her thumb -- at least not in public.

I took my place in front of the painting. I had brought with me an old LP cover of the album Tiger In The Rain by Michael Franks. So I took it out from my under my arm, looked at it...and looked at the painting...looked at the cover...looked at the painting. I was thrilled!! I had been looking forward to this for so long..

The girl startled me when she suddenly said: "OH MY GOD, MICHAEL FRANKS!!. YOUR A FAN, TOO?" I said yes, that I had been a fan for a very long time. She asked which album was my favorite, then put her thumb back in her mouth. I said that I could not possibly pick one...but that when I saw her standing there sucking her thumb, it DID remind me of one album...one song, in particular...She thought for a second, then cocked her head to the side -- still sucking her thumb -- and said, "Which One?"

I said, "When The Cookie Jar is Empty", from Burchfield Nines. Her eyes flew open, her mouth flew open, she stared at me for a few seconds without a word...then " OH MY GOD, THAT'S RIGHT!!"

I smiled and said: Is the cookie jar empty? Is that why you're sucking your thumb?

While continuing to suck her thumb, she stared at me, and a long slow smile emerged on her face...oh that smile!...she said: Maybe...and you? Your hair makes it look like you might be "In Search of The Perfect Shampoo" (another song off the same album). We both busted out laughing....

She said that these two albums were the only ones she knew; that she had heard a few of his other songs on the radio, but never actually bought an album herself.

Then she said: You were right...the cookie jar is empty...and when I get stressed or frustrated, I suck my thumb...

Then shes starts, staring at me VERY intently: When the cookie jar is empty, baby don't act right...when the cookie jar is empty, baby cries all night...baby gets so sassy, how are you gonna explain?...baby moves her chassis like a locomotive train....

So that's the prompt. Where I want this to go is easy: I want us to make our way back to a house I have rented (I am in London temporarily on business), and spend the entire weekend playing...classic and erotic at first...then rougher, filthier...then erotic...then rougher, more maniacal...then erotic...then Chaotic and depraved. then erotic...you get the idea. Let Michael Franks be in the background as we love, hate, use and abuse each other's bodies.

Look forward to hearing from you.