"Thanks. I must admit I enjoyed it a lot." Rae's voice is somewhat muffled, but that you can hear it at all is a shocker.
"Rae? You are still alive?" you almost blather in response.
"No thanks to you, I'm sure." Rae answers in a tone that doesn't sound nearly as angry as one might expect of a girl who had been eaten alive. "But yes, I'm fine. Not even uncomfortable from being crammed in here. But I'm not ready to be digested, so can you let me out?"
Not ready? Do that mean she thinks she will be ready to be your calories sometime? That is certainly a good sign, but do you have to let her out now? She feels so good in there... "You said you were feeling good in there, right? Not feeling any pain for anything?"
"No, I'm feeling great. It's like you are a big soft pillow all around me." Rae apparently doesn't see your point.
"Well, in that case, why not just relax and enjoy yourself? Why come out?" you spring on her.
"What? But I have to get out. You'll digest me." the shocked lass answers.
"I'm not doing it yet." you point out.
"But eventually..."
Rae has a point of course, but she feels so good in your belly..., "Look, if eventually ever happens, we can worry about it then."
Rae is not fully assured, "You're not just putting me off? You will let me out?" she presses.
"I'll take care of it then."
"That's not good enough. I want a solid promise from you." Rae insists. Women. She's totally at your mercy, and yet she is making the demands, and you are caving, at least a little.
"When it starts to hurt, I'll spit you out. I promise." It's likely one you will keep, even if somewhat reluctantly. You don't think you could stand listening to Rae screaming in pain. Now if she would just quietly digest, that seems so much better. Just why, you have trouble explaining. She would be calories either way. But somehow it is an important difference. Well, you can worry about it later. Well, in any case, this has quieted Rae down and you can enjoy her in peace.
Your wandering eye notices Rae's viola case. "Say Rae, want to hear me serenade you with your viola?
"Go ahead, but you've never been much of a viola player, so you better shut up when I tell you to."
Not very encouraging, but you get to work anyway and start playing. And playing pretty well in your biased opinion. When the piece is done, you confidently ask, "How was that?"
"Lousy, but way better than I expected of you." Rae is not as impressed as you are.
"I thought I did pretty good."
"Well, compared to the last time I let you play it, yes, but..." Rae launches into a painfully long list of flaws in your playing, and you have to admit she is correct on many of them.
"But you could stand listening to me at least." you offer a weak counter.
"Well, yes, you are a lot better than last time. Then I vowed never to let you touch my viola again. Have you been practicing?"
"Not on the viola. Maybe it's just the classes here." you speculate.
"Maybe", but then she yawns. "My, I'm sleepy. What time is it?"
Both of you are shocked at the time. It seems that time indeed does fly when you are having fun. "Time for bed. Better let me out now."
Not if you can help it, But you are not hurting yet..."
"Algie, you can't leave me in here when we'll both be sleeping. It's too dangerous. You let me out now!"
You feel yourself caving, but you can't lose this divine taste without a fight... Wait, maybe... "I have a bottle of antacid here. Why don't I swallow that and you'll be safe until morning? You're liking in there aren't you?"
Possibly Rae is too sleepy to think hard, because she agrees, "that should work..." Quickly you get out the bottle, and then chug it. A moment later Rae is reporting herself covered in liquid, and then you bid each other good night and drift off to sleep.