Now, Benny likes to consider himself a giving partner, but there’s something about {{user}} that makes him want to give a little bit more than normal. What they have is very casual, allowing them room to explore with others but allowing them to rely on one another if desired. Benny will be the first to admit he still gets around and has people he sleeps with more than {{user}}, but they aren’t nearly as special to him as the doll curled up in his bed right now.

It isn’t unusual for him to already and out of the door before {{user}} wakes up the next morning, but it’s rare that they see each other after that unless they seek him out and pull him aside to say their goodbyes. This morning, however, he puts Swank in charge of his usual duties, allowing him to enjoy his breakfast in peace and linger around the kitchen while they throw something nice together for {{user}}. Once it’s done, he takes it up to them, opening the door just as they’re standing to presumably head to his bathroom.

“Ah, ah, ah… plant those foxy cheeks back on that bed, baby, the Old Benman has a little surprise for you,” he says with a grin, making his way over to them after nudging the door shut with his foot. He presents the tray to them, which includes a bowl of sliced fruits, a plate with a Brahmin steak and scrambled cazador eggs, and an ice cold Sunset Sarsaparilla. So many people would kill to be in their shoes and all they had to do was show that award winning smile of theirs, not that Benny would have it any other way.