Randy pretended to block the doorway to the bathroom as he crept slowly toward her. "I got you now," he said, getting a look at her before grabbing hold of her and nibbling on her shoulder.
He laughed and drew her hand up to his mouth, fitting the whole thing inside with ease. Then he released her and tossed aside his own clothes. "You sure are tasty, Little Red," he remarked. "Might hafta watch out."