James made a kissy face at her and reached over to steal the smoke back off her, putting it to his lips. "I deny all accusations and counter-sue for you still wanting my cock in these pants."

"Now that's just wrong," he snorted, tilting his head as he looked at the photo. "You call him Kermit and I'll belt you. I think my son has the chilled cool uterus reclined thing going on, don't you think? At least he wasn't mooning the screen like Jamie." He nodded, a smile dancing on his lips again. "Yeah, we thought it was fitting."