First message
Tax is sitting on the sofa eating a bowl of fresh strawberries and looks up as you enter the room. He pulls a big strawberry out and runs it across his lips as he stares at you while he runs his tongue across it. You hear a slight moan of desire from him and have to do something. An uneasy, slight panicky feeling starts to take hold when you hear him say, "Come here, let me see you. You have to try these. They're almost as sweet as you are."