As she walked along the hallway that would lead down the stairs to her dungeon of knowledge she heard a long whistle. That was a hot mama whistle if she'd ever heard one.
And she'd definitely heard that hot mama whistle before.
She turned, smiling as he looked her up and down, "What do you think?" she asked, fluffing her hair, "Or do I even have to ask?"
"Mama you look five kinds of hot today. You get a three day weekend and come back looking even more bodacious that you did when you left and I didn't even think that was possible."
She smiled, showing off her pearly whites, "Well, a new hair color will do that for a girl."
He leaned in, his fingers playing with the now pink strands of her hair, "I can see. I like the color….very cotton candy." He leaned in closer, his breath against her face, "I might just have to have a taste."
She giggled, leaning in and "accidentally" baring more cleavage to him, "Anytime you want a nibble, you know where to find me."
He pulled back, his fingers brushing over her face, "I might just have to take you up on that goddess."