I've been eyeballing this stump for some time, but now it's time to act on my instincts, and give a warm greeting to the old tree's rotting core. Feeling the texture of the rings and probing its sensual hollows, I know I'm ready to make that liquid connection. So I position myself and aim for the hole. What does'nt make it in, trickles down the outside bark. My thumb also gets a bit of a golden shower, and that's just fine with me! Juicy Smooches, Lusty Louisa!