“But you will wear yourself out,” Naveen protested.
Catering for a Knights of Columbus fundraiser over the weekend had almost run Tianna and Naveen off their feet. The restaurant was closed on Mondays so the balmy November evening found them cooling their heels on a bench in the park.
“I know your feet must still ache from standing over that gumbo pot all those hours. “Let me attend to the suffering dears” said Naveen, drawing her slender calves into his lap and slipping off one sandal.
“How do you like that?” he said as he removed the other sandal and began to gently massage her arches.
Tianna stopped balancing the accounts in her head and surrendered to Naveen’s tender ministrations.
He couldn’t cook. He was all thumbs with a hammer, and he was likely to be off jitterbugging in some dive with his low life friend, Louis, just at the moment when there was serious work to be done but …
Naveen’s fingers played lightly over Tiana’s body with the finesse of a master chef mincing celery and onions. He improvised a medley of sensations, tossing a pinch of this and that into the gumbo pot and then he banked the heat so that instead of scorching, the sauce thickened in a rich blend of flavors. “I think we have a fine roux,” he murmured as he savored the scent of her desire.
Suddenly he pulled Tiana onto his lap
and deftly stirred the pot, running his hands up and down her legs.
Then he brushed her hair back from her face and gazed into her eyes:
I’ll be loving you alwayshe crooned, tempering the red pepper with a little brown sugar. He was about to sample the mixture when the pot came to a boil. Tiana pushed her jitterbug prince down and kissed him, pressing in for a taste of his smoked andouille sausage. He cupped her hips and pulled her closer.
With a love that's true always.
When the things you’ve planned
Need a helping hand,
I will understand always
Their legs intertwined as the gumbo steamed and bubbled…
“I think you folks better take the party indoors,” said Officer Waguespack.
Tiana and Naveen sat up sheepishly
but after they got home they dished up loving spoonfuls for the rest of the night.
I can’t promise a foot massage from Prince Naveen but you can make these sandals for your dolls by following the instructions in this tutorial:
Irving Berlin composed “Always” in 1925 for Ellin Mackay whose wealthy father opposed her marriage to a Jewish immigrant. Berlin assigned the royalties from this song to Ellin so that she would have an income, always, but they remained married and deeply in love for sixty-three years until her death in 1988.
Here is the Ink Spots 1947 recording of this famous tune: