It was an offer she couldn't refuse. But as we all know, at first when J1 arrived she didn't like him at all. Wouldn't even give him the time of day and he was rude trying to glance up her petticoats. But gradually he persuaded her to come to his family mansion and stay the weekend.
To be honest, he was a little rough with her to begin with and she was mortified and retaliated by smacking him smartly around the chops. He was not sure about this at all, he tried to retaliate, but she pummeled him into the floor and boxed him cleaver at every turn. He lay on his shag pile rug pondering what to do? Faith, having had a rough first marriage decided to take matters into her own paw and wouldn't let J1 take advantage of her. Oh no, this was going to be on her terms. There was to be no pouncing and scruffing unless she said it was OK.
A whole day went by and by the end of that day it was him rolling around on his love rug and she went to him and gently kissed his cheek. It blew him away, he was in ecstasy. She led him to the soft comfortable chair with the cushions and rugs and made him work for his right to 'perform'. His little legs were paddling away and she only raised her bottom when he was sufficiently practiced in the fine arts of wooing. There were to be no rugs for her this time. She is a creature of comfort. She made him dance a merry dance to get to his wicked way with her. But she had to be sure he was worthy and it seems twenty one days on from that chilly January evening and the seeds have been sown for a happy marriage with kits in tow!