"then ben saw mira, he completely dropped his bag of corn chips. "hi." ben said, picking up his chips. "hello." replied mira, walking slowly around ben like a cat circling its prey...but for ben she looked more like bacon wrapped around a chili dog. it got even more intense once ben realized she was about to speak. ben was sweating now; he was short of breath and didn't know what to say. mira was a sexy and forbidden woman of obvious great intelligence. ben then yelled the greatest best lie he could think of: "my cat is going to die at 5 o'clock today!" mira and the sound of her black and turquoise colored 4 inch high heels came to a halt. she turned to ben; she licked the kit kat chocolate off one finger and then after a brief pause said: "did you say cat... or... kitten?"