awwwe, now…come on… her little breasts and large thighs and inclined wings wouldn’t be nearly all that unappetizing, not at all…, if the hour were right and there was a moment to relax on the hearthside chaise and make warm niceties like real people not in the race……..but it’s her Rebecca-De-Mornay-in-The-Hand-That-Rocks-The-Cradle-gaze that would give me the woolies and send my taste buds crawling out to the boulevard for some street vender yakitori (dog or cat, it wouldn’t matter).