Reader, if you haven't already caught up with Tom by now, you will need to record former chapters or some of the references may not add up for this chapter.

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This chapter is a little farseeing than previous to link parts of the story and build up for the reversion in meter since publishing chapter 7.

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Tom woke hearing pot and Sarah rising to get down their day through the adjoining wall. Lucy was still curled up asleep on her student's internal clock. Tom hated leaving her, but he had employment to do. He unravelled himself from Lucy and slowly dressed. Timing his leaving the way as puss and Sarah passed on the landing, the three smile and Sarah nodding a silent laugh at Lucy curled up asleep on the bed behind him.

Tom felt freshly in his cleanse new dress, welcoming Brenda's breakfast smell omitting from the kitchen as he walked down the stairs. Now he could tell all the ingredients she was preparing and identifying her scent. The four of them sat discussing the previous day and Tom feeling a little hungover from all the celebratory beers brought him last dark.

Several loving cup of tea and Brenda's hearty breakfast later, he got to solve put down tabular array. Stepping out-of-door to check the atmospheric condition, even the busy fisherdog found time to wish Tom well. With another undimmed warm break of day, Tom started bringing board and chairs outside for the human family.

"I think we'll have to advertise breakfasts in the garden,"Kitty said laughing through the bar's open door."We're already having a wealth of enquiry from potential Edgar Guest and a waiting list of go to bed captain wanting to captain any fishing trips available !"

Tom was enthusiastic about this fresh day, especially as his katzenjammer was drifting away. He thought again that he fitted in well here. Maybe this was the seat he was looking for after all. It was Nice, comfy, and it seems they will be busy over summer.

The lounge door opened to release little Stevie pulling his female parent to the board, excited to learn the boats one last clip. His begetter looked the way Tom felt earlier and seeing the daggers his married woman was throwing at him with her eyes, she wasn't impressed.

Once again everyone's gaze fell on master Brown as he sauntered past times, waving a greeting, just as Tom felt a caressing deal on his bum announcing the daughter had arrived, wafting a new perfume along with her, disguising her initial arrival.

"Tom, I'll get everyone away and occur to see you after breakfast and we can screen Lucy out,"Captain Brown said, as he made his way down the beach.

Tom took everyone 's order and as he returned into the pub, a hand-pulled at his shirt.

"Can I deepen my orderliness ?"Came the dulcet note of the daughter who had followed him out of earreach and walked with him inside. Once inside, she pretended to sniff at him,"Hmm, pussy cat ? Again ? It seems I will have rival when I return ... What's your sound number ?"

"Err, I don't have a phone, I lost it in a storm a workweek ago, when I was walking,"Tom answered, dreading having her returning and being a stone around his neck, especially with the freedom he seemed to cause with the villagers and their offspring. He wouldn't want to lose his Sex Toy moniker.

Thankfully, Sarah came through with teatime and burnt umber to cut the daughter short and Tom got on with taking the cereals out into the garden. After that, Tom was too busy and kept the daughter at arm 's length. When going into the kitchen to leave Brenda their fudge alternative, Tom saw Lucy sat having a cup of tea and some toast.

"Not a morning kitten ?"Tom joked.

"I think my baby plied me with a bit too much drink live on night ... But, no I'm not ... A morning kitten that is, thankfully Brenda is more forgiving than mum."Lucy smiled back.

"maitre d'hotel Tom will be along once we have breakfast done,"Tom warned her, trying not to consecrate anything away to Brenda.

With Sarah helping Tom with breakfasts, the daughter didn't have any further chance to tree Tom. As soon as the humanity returned to their room, Tom cleared the tabular array and brought the piece of furniture back inside the pub.

Rather than linger around in the world areas, Tom hid in the kitchen enjoying a cup of tea with Brenda and Lucy, to annul any tactical manoeuvres by the leaving syndicate's girl. Then Kitty popped her top dog around the door.

"Tom, Lucy ! Captain Brown is here for you ?"

Tom and Lucy sank their drinks and followed Kitty out to the bar to converge skipper Brown.

"right hand, you're here already, well done. Let's get on."Captain Brown led them out.

As they walked, Tom walked along with Captain Brown, trying to be diplomatic.

"It's safer if we can enter the cottage using the indorse door. The cottage can be seen from the entire village and anyone could see us to entering an vacuous cottage."

"You really are paranoiac ... Okay, I 'll roleplay along ... I suppose it makes sense. ``

They turned off the clifftop path to head inland, then once passed the end of the bungalow row, turned up the overgrown path along the vertebral column gardens. Counting the punt doors as they walked until they reached the appointed cottage This one had a low garden gate in the wall and a path leading up to the back room access, making it less obvious that there would be regular foot dealings over the future few days or even calendar week, to the empty cottage.

At the room access, Captain Brown University told the doorway, `` Top Dog Captain Brown, open bungalow. ``

They heard a mouse click as the lock released and they followed Captain Brown into the business firm, as Inner Light turned on inside. Lucy went to take out the mantle back.

"Err no sorry Lucy, open drapery show occupation, this is still an empty-bellied bungalow for all intent function, cloak and sticker I'm afraid,"Tom asked, to hear Captain Brown University tut.

'' Add a new individual to level five admission, name Tom, '' headwaiter Brown University said to no one in particular.

'' Tom confirmed. Tom, please verbalize clearly ? '' The house computer requested.

"Hi, I'm Tom."

'' Add a new somebody to level eight access, epithet Lucy, '' chieftain Brown repeated the process.

'' Lucy confirmed. Lucy, please mouth clearly ? '' The house information processing system requested.

"Lucy here house."Lucy answered, familiar with the technique.

"Hang on Captain, Lucy is a degree eight and I'm a plain level five ?"Tom protested.

'' Lucy will take to access code the cyberspace and her visibility online, whereas I do n't think you can reach yours, '' police captain Robert Brown answered."right hand, that is you two set up, I'll need that list of equipment you need as soon as you can."

Captain Brown went to leave by the face door, but then realised and turned to go out from the back, giving Tom a glance of despair. Once the game door closed behind him, Lucy burst with a barrage of exciting ideas.

"This is perfect Tom, we can install all the legal document here. We need to get St. Peter the Apostle on gameboard as soon as possible. We can run simulations in the bedrooms, with duplicate apparatus. ``

'' Whoa hold on there, we 're not certainly of our budget yet. Let 's get a lean of the lower limit of'A'tier equipment we need for the initial evaluations first. Then let 's see what the kickback is from that initial toll, and then maybe we 'll need to draught a second tilt of'B'mark gearing. I'm not win over Balthazar is as community-spirited as he should be. '' Tom interrupted Lucy.

"What do you intend by that ?"

'' Well, he was spry to take the evidence away with him and possibly straight back to the IGC fold it came from, '' Tom explained."This smacks of putrefaction at a high school storey and it's best we trust no one."

"I'm sure you're being paranoid, Tom, but for now we'll tread carefully."

"So, we need to witness Peter and lend him into our small team."Tom reminded her."He can be Q"

Lucy looked at him questioningly."What ?"

"Haha, when we have metre I will order you all about Epistle of James Bond in our world. Q was his quartermaster, equipping him with rattling gadgets and elevator car, which seem apt for Peter."

Lucy chuckled, seeing the parallel."He'll be sunning himself in his back garden reading knowing him. He lives along the valley. We can use the cross-country path to get hold of him so no one will see us."

She chuckled again, willing to adapt Tom's paranoia. They left the house by the hinder door and returned down the back itinerary, then followed the cross-country course out of the village. As they walked, Tom asked Lucy about the genetic nanobots and how they were changing his senses.

"They shouldn't affect you at all. Mum being on heat shouldn't have crossed the species boundary, but if you did n't own nanobots, then there was naught to alternate that off."Lucy pondered.

'' But previous off-world visitant had n't been affected, or they would get known, surely ? ``

'' There 's no record of it that I 've seen. But then none have met a cat or dog on heat on their first of all day. Maybe that was the accelerator ? We wo n't do it until I look at a sample of your blood and DNA Tom. ``

"Okay, so long as the contents of that xanthous box are our priority. If you can bring out anything in the meantime is a bonus."

'' About two years ago they upgraded all nanobots for the first prison term in decades. They undertook all the peer revues and trials, but maybe they never considered someone who did n't have existing nanobots already submit. There were newspaper written about possible side gist, but none considered individual from a duplicate world turning up."

Lucy had diverted them off the cross-country course and up another running along the ridge of the valley. They caught glimpses of the settlement below through Tree and hedges. It amazed Tom that even walking on two ramification Lucy showed a feline grace, even when skipping over a fashion along the path. Lucy turned to capture him admiring her, then watched him attempt to copy her and fail.

"You humans can be so clumsy,"Lucy laughed.

The path dropped down the valley slightly to the back of some cottage and in the back of one was cock, who sat at a table, reading in the sunshine.

'' Hi, Peter, no holdover this break of day ? '' Lucy called.

Poor Peter looked up, shocked, then surprised that Lucy was calling on him, almost falling off his death chair. He put his book down and almost ran up the path to open the gate in the low wall.

"Wow, Lucy, Tom, it's lovely to see you both."Peter stammered, looking at Tom quizzically."I'm not really hungover, more sore headed. I'm surprised you're up and about Tom after that prospicient line of beer you had queued up for you."

"Thankfully, I had the sense not to salute all of it, but also by working I think I wore some of it off before going to bed."Tom chuckled, shooting a knowing coup d'oeil at Lucy causing her to flush."We have something interesting to discuss. There is more than to the economy of Fish tale than you may know."

Tom and Lucy sat down at prick's garden table and then explained all about the plot behind the entrapment of Fish in the Phthirius pubis pot and the chickenhearted box recovered from Tor rock. He explained his hypothesis of the IGC and once again had to play the ‘ hide the Isidor Feinstein Stone in his fist'secret plan to raise his point.

The indweller of this world were too trusting, almost naïve. Tom pondered how they would hold up in his world, with all the e-mail, phone and street scam around. As they explained the sight Tom had agreed with maitre d' Brown and Balthasar putz's enthrallment grew as he burst with excitement ...

"Oh ... Please order me you need my help ? Lucy, you know I can build exactly what we need."St. Peter the Apostle burst with enthusiasm.

dick grabbed a pen and pad and started scribbling notes, talking to himself, with Lucy nodding in accord to the proficient equipment he was listing out. Tom had to undulate his hand over the composition to pull in shaft's care back to him.

"The trouble is Peter, with the potential of one or more moles in the IGC we can't purchase, search or log into any meshing or high spot that we are investigating hereditary material."

Peter's face dropped then engaged a new gear, tearing off his original notes, scrunching the page into a Ball, he starting scribbling once more.

"That 's ok, we can modify an agricultural nanosensor undulation electronic scanner, plus use some off the shelf diagnostic equipment."Peter excitedly listed reams of equipment on his notepad.

"Can we do that St. Peter the Apostle ?"Lucy excited enquired."We're on an unknown budget. Tom's concerned that Balthazar may try to strangle any real inquiry by limiting the budget."

"Haha, you kitty are so straight ... How do you think I managed both midterm and end of terminus experimentation ? You don't think I collected all that data point in the bound prison term they allocated to us in the labs, did you ? I built exactly what we need in my pupil lodgings ... I brought it all home with me and everything we need is in boxes in my bedroom."Peter beamed at Lucy as he proudly announcing his achievement.

"But that would have price you way more than your pupil Ulysses Simpson Grant ?"Lucy gasped.

"Haha, I sold the data to the former students, which is how they could all stay on partying whilst we studied. I made a tidy net income in the end and have already shut down the server so it's untraceable. The university will never bump out that I am the source. I added in some variable quantity so everyone's datum has enough random scattering they won't be able to claim plagiarism and students get roughly the oodles expected of them, only giving a few higher paying scholar a hike. Otherwise, it would raise a few eyebrow if we all aced our exams."

Lucy jumped out of her death chair at him and kissed him, causing him to crimson."You sly fox, you deserve a medal. So let's see what we need, what we have, and then we can still pay Balthazar a leaning of purchase, even if we don't need it."

Tom jumped into the conversation."What if the list we give of purchase is false, so any other geneticist reviewing the items will reckon we are looking up the wrong path, so will discover zilch and then no one will consider us a scourge ?"

The three all laughed at their brilliance, pecker led them up to his chamber and they all carried down various boxes of electronics back out into the garden. Immediately Lucy and pecker began sorting through the boxwood to make two clear-cut galvanic pile, with Lucy tutting and giving Peter disapproving looks every sentence they added something to the smaller pile.

"So what's unseasonable with that atomic pile ?"Tom asked, noticing Lucy's disfavour and pointing at the smaller pile.

"I suspect they belong to early money-making, grade cheating schemes."Lucy sneered.

"If the mart need, any skillful entrepreneur would satiate any demand."St. Peter tried to explain."Plus boost my grades at the same time."

The duo made an armory of everything in the declamatory good deal, making a new list and ticking items and equivalent weight off prick 's archetype list. Tom was impressed with his merry lot of spymasters, working enthusiastically with engineering he could n't even make believe to comprehend.

"Apart from some wires, ballyhoo and screenland, we have everything here, but we can do preliminary scans."Lucy excitedly told Tom,"Which means we can reach Balthasar a imitation list of items that will include detail we can use to enquire your blood and DNA at the Sami time."

peter was once again looking at the pair quizzically."What don't I know now ?"

'' Tom is from a parallel world. In the natural spring storm, he accidentally came through a portal. He 's had a few ... Ahem ... encounters with this human beings's DNA and our nanobots are giving him bonus boosts no one could have ever imagined. '' Lucy excitedly told him, trying not to blush.

'' Ooo ... can we analyse you, Tom ? '' Peter laughed, to see Tom's face rear up in cushion. `` Haha, I see your man has the like Sci-Fi stories as ours ... No, we won't need to dissect you. All we need is a descent sample."

Lucy giggled at the notion, seeing Tom flap his oculus, not finding it funny.

Tom went on to explain."What I'm worried about is contamination of the sample. I think it gives us two job ..."

"A. If those sampling contain nanobots, they ca n't run to contaminate any of us."

"B. Once this is all over, you guys won't be able to confirm data if any of the samples have been contaminated,"Tom said.

Now Lucy and Peter both looked incredulously at Tom, and chuckled.

"We do n't even need to afford any taste bottles. All testing is done using image scanner, whether sampling or diagnosing the nanobots. If we had the proper equipment, we could even program the nanobots remotely."Peter explained and then reeled off the technicality as Tom halted him.

"Sorry prick, you'll be wasting your hint as I flunked out of university. But that is a relief ; it was one of the main stumbling blocks I foresaw."Tom admitted."I think I can desire you two with the technicalities and I'll stick to paranoia."

Peter carried the smaller pile of equipment back up to his bedroom. Lucy poured over the rest, double-checking the inventory. It disappointed Tom to look at the dull pile of the equipment, no flashing brightness or glowing dilithium quartz glass, not even humming radioactive boxes with measure showing needles flickering in the red zones.

"The three of us should easily carry all this down the lanes to the cottage,"dick said upon his return.

"Ahh, well, we may have to cause two slip, as we can't be seen using the cottage. This is all top secret on a pauperism to have intercourse base dick. We'll need to go return by the way we came up, on the paths."

Lucy shrugged her articulatio humeri in adoption, looking at Peter. `` It 's O.K., you 'll get used to his off-world paranoia. But something William Tell me these are all prudent safeguard after the attempt on Pisces life. ``

They sized up what they could easily bear, moving the rest inside dick's cottage, and then started off down the itinerary back to the cottage. A few walkers passed them but no one local who would ask questions and they reached the bungalow without problems.

Inside the cottage, Lucy started arranging equipment as Peter and Tom returned to pecker 's house to convey the rest. Saint Peter on the walk back excitedly thanks Tom for including him in the project and giving him the probability to work with Lucy again. Once back at St. Peter's house, Peter added some billet and reference books to the lot, and the two carried it all back to Q's lair.

putz and Lucy were in their element, shuffling equipment around, busying themselves, muttering to each former which sequence they would run first, second and argument, both scribbling notes and nodding in arrangement. Tom was very much superfluous to all this, and he had early things on his mind, so made his alibi and left.

Tom walked two door up, clambered over the wall and knocked on Sarah's cottage's back door. There was no reply, so he popped his head around the door.

"Hi ... Anyone home ? Tom here."Tom called, not sure what the etiquette would be and whether he should enter.

He heard a vocalization reverberation back, a padding noise of manus on floor board, and one of the two remaining triplets appeared, although Tom didn't know which one. It surprised her to see him at the back threshold, rather than the front.

"Hi Tom, you looking for mum or Lucy ?"She asked.

Not being sure which triplet she was, Tom wasn't sure if his doubtfulness would cause umbrage ...

"I was hoping to speak to Chrys ? ..."He nervously asked.

The kitten laughed."And you're not sure if I am or not ?"

"Err, well you are all superposable ..."

"If I was Chrys, what were you going to ask me ?"

"I wanted to ask about the storms, portals and the North American Teleportation brass ... If you are Chrys,"Tom asked hopefully.

"Oh, is that all ? Well, okay, but first I have a footling task that needs a homo's help if you do n't mind ?"She asked.

"Oh, of form, anything to help,"Tom answered happy to help, stepping into the house and closing the room access behind him."Lead the way."

Chrys turned around and scampered up the stairs, disappearing into the kitty's chamber. Tom followed to enter the room with three single beds, to see the kitten led upside down on a bed, with her head hanging off the bottom of the bed, looking up whilst pointing at the ceiling.

Tom was stupefied, not seeing any problem in the cap, and stepped closer. It wasn't as if there were any swooning bulbs to change. As he reached the end of the bed, the kitten grabbed him with her paws and Tom felt her pincer grip his shorts to dig into his backside.

"Ow ... What's that for ? I thought you wanted something doing ?"Tom exclaimed in shock.

The kitten pulled him in closer to her.

"Oh, I do, it's something only a human can do ... Now undo your whang and shorts."The kitty demanded.

"What ?"Tom queried.

But with his fork looming over the kitten 's afford sassing, seeing her body stretched out underneath him on the bed with her pert fur-covered knocker, Tom 's libido was already gearing up, with his stock pumping.

"I need you to sate this mouthpiece with your super sex toy."The kitten purred."We know what you've been up to and we kittens think it is our turn."

The kitten's tail came over her body to stroke his face and run down his chest, to tease his privates. Knowing he couldn't escape the claws piercing his shorts holding him, Tom unfastened his shorts. She withdrew her pincer to draw in down his boxers and boxers, freeing up his growing member to flop down onto her face. The kitten's optic widened as she wrapped her lips around Tom's shaft caput and licked and absorb it.

"Mmmm, nearly super, let's see how it grows."The kitten giggled."I taste pussy, mum ? ... Lucy ? ... or ... Chrys ?"

"bent on your Chrys ?"Tom replied shocked, looking down at her grinning back at him with his stiffening diaphysis in her mouth.

"I never actually said I was Chrys ... Mmm ... Slurp"

The kitten that was now admitting she was Clair continued to enjoy sucking on Tom, although her claw now tweaked at his bum, warning him not to move.

"But that was the illation ... Oh well, never intellect ... I'm going to have to get word to assure you kitten apart."Tom laughed.

Clair's lips were like velvet and her part rough, part soft, clapper flicked up and around his now stiff shaft. She would lap the rasping part of her tongue down to his nut and back up up to the tip, then plunge onto him until her lips fully immersed his sex toy.

"Chrys went to Kitty's ..."Clair admitted without remorse.

Clair was now purring with her sucking, the shakiness echoing onto his dick and balls. Tom couldn't resist the furry consistency stretching out in front of him and he fondled Clair's white meat hidden in her fur, encouraging more whiz. Tom leaned over and started sucking and nibbling one nipple.

"Mmmm, Nice."Clair purred, increasing her vacuum cleaner qualities on Tom, flicking her tongue around his shaft.

Tom felt that usual warning twinge in his Ball and erupted into her mouth. Clair sucked harder and swallowed the rophy of cum shooting into her, pulling Tom deep into her oral fissure as she purred harder. Clair released him as his shaft relaxed, Tom stepped out of her legs reach and pull his shorts up.

"We're not finished yet."Clair purred, looking a picayune dejected."You've not satisfied me ..."

"Well, unless you want to make it a tercet ? Your mum's walking up the drop coming home,"Tom said as he nodded to the window as if he could see Sarah.

Clair got up, leaning to the window to see, wondering how practically sentence they would give birth, as Tom backtracked to the doorway.

"I can't see mum ?"Clair gasped, thinking Sarah was already coming through the front door.

"I will when I get to Kitty's."Laughed Tom, as he scampered down the stairs.

"I'll trance up with you ...."Clair laughed back."You owe me ..."

Tom left the cottage by the back room access to take the air down the path at the back of the cottages, returning to the village and kitty-cat's pub. The pub was placid with a few regulars, Sarah and Chrys were sitting at a table in the lounge and were pleased to see Tom. Tom could already pick out Sarah's scent and now could isolate Chrys's fragrance, meaning he could now name each of the three kittens.

"Is Lucy set up in your immorality lair ?"Sarah chuckled.

"Yes. She's busy working on the problem,"Tom answered.

"Chrys, can I ask you about North Atlantic Treaty Organization ?"Tom asked, then seeing her nod he continued."I'm sure the technicalities of teleportation are way outside my understandings, but surely it takes a lot of power ?"

"Well, it does, even for short length. For say teleporting across half the globe, we can employ the earth 's gravitational pull with the moon to hike the long jumps, saving energy. They experimented with teleporting to the moon in the betimes days, but it gobbled up so much energy they deemed it wasteful, even with nuclear fusion reaction power."Chrys excitedly answered.

Sarah cut into the conversation,"Tom, Brenda is making us up some sandwiches, would you fancy one ?"

"Please, that would be lovely, with a mug of tea ?"Tom chirped, realising he was now peckish.

Sarah rose and walked to the kitchen, not wanting to even try to realize teleportation. As soon as she was out of hearing, Tom leaned into Chrys.

"These violent storm, that accidentally take off people from parallel public like me here, if they need so much vigor then why do they retain repetition and at intervals that they can be predicted ?"Tom whispered.

Chrys looked a little off-put."They aren't really for certain, reports claim some sort of feedback loop-the-loop that repeats, somehow using the Sun's gravitative twist. But they set up their enquiry base at Goonhilly every spring and autumn to pass judgment each occurrence. They're only just finishing their recent research, which included the storm that brought you."

"So how are they predictable ?"Tom asked,"Planetary orbits ?"

"I'm not fully convinced, but that is roughly the bloodline of thought. They publish very trivial of their findings."

Tom realised his thoughts may be on the right wing track."Chrys, when I was at Uni, there were many conspiracy theorists over every historical or scientific fact. If you're not convinced, what would be your confederacy theory ?"

"Oh, it sounds really silly now looking back at it ... But one hypothesis was that when they first investigated teleportation they were looking at interstellar travel. Because we were happy to pay for flying, string, automobile, whose diligence employed 1000000 and earned billion, they wanted to keep that status quo. By going interstellar they could mine and tap the moon, March, or even as far as Pluto."

"But ?"Tom interjected.

'' They cut quoin and somehow set up the portals, which are really fluid wormholes that they claim they ca n't close. '' Chrys was now also whispering and leaning into Tom, transfixed on the conversation.

"call ? Or pretend to close ..."

"Exactly Tom. Each season they return and we get almost minute stark warnings of the vena portae openings."

"But this may take additional power, is there a way of confirming force consumption with hepatic portal vein initiative ?"Tom excitedly asked. Now they were well into principal Wars territory.

"We've already looked. power consumption figures show cipher but then when you read the small photographic print, the published figures are mean shape based on previous weeks and month's consumptions. When we looked at the algorithm they use, you could input any random data point and the final result will be the same flat tire curve."

"So why is it that only once in a generation some misfortunate sap like me gets pulled across populace ?"

"Again, we think it is all down to gravitative pulls, based on planetal orbits. It's not an exact skill, as it works by bending and using the outer space between quad. It seems time gets involved as well, which is another reason for it needing so often power. One conspiracy theory is that this was the reason for the drive to get spinal fusion to work."

"O.K.. Keep this very much to yourself. There seem to be Thomas More and more alarum bells ringing on all of this. If you hear of anything else, let me recognize as it seems we have the summer to sit and hold back before the future scheduled storms."Tom whispered.

Sarah returned with a tray of sandwiches and crapulence, placing it down on the table between them. As they tucked in, Kitty came to sit with them.

"make the most of the day Tom, we've had an inflow of interestingness after Mermaid sightings and people interested in the sportfishing head trip. We seem to be ‘ The quaint Pub'for families."Kitty told Tom.

"I'm purchasing some garden tables and benches with umbrellas for summer breakfasts in the garden. We have couples in for tonight and a unfluctuating step-up of B & B bookings over the future few days."

Tom nodded, scoffing his sandwich. He had a few let loose conclusion he wanted to look at this afternoon, and a petty clock time to himself would be nice.

"Oh, Tom ... Have you promised the man fellowship's daughter anything ?"pool asked. `` She cornered me asking about summertime work with you in a few week ? And asking for your middleman telephone number, but you do n't consume a phone or anything, which seemed to turn over her. ``

The three bozo all looked at Tom. All guessing what was behind it, but not knowing how he had clip to do anything with the Human char ?

"Ah ... Kitty, she's sorting of pay for herself."Tom answered, embarrassed."I tried to dissuade her, saying I would receive moved on by then. But it seems she's determined to hark back here."

kitty and Sarah shot each other a glance, but rather than seeing jealousy, Tom saw entertainment in their eyes.

"Honestly, I 've not suggested or promised anything."Tom protested, seeing the three computerized tomography'chuckle.

"Well, maybe we do demand extra service if Tom is going to serve all our guests and keep up his sex toy reputation."Sarah laughed.

"Mum !"Chrys feigned shock.

The three cats cackled with laughter and teased Tom over their lunches. Tom decided enough was enough and made his excuse, rising to leave the three computerized tomography. As Tom exited pool's pub, the three true cat were still cackling with laughter.

Tom made his way up the diametrical side of the cove, he wanted to see if he could find Mermaid cove, but this would think passing skipper Brown 's insomniac wife. The itinerary was a minuscule harder to follow as it wound its way through various miss-matched cottages and he had to double back after a few dead destruction. Soon he was leaving the village, looking down onto the cove from above the cliffs.

Across on the other side of the cove, he could see Clair sunning herself and two doors down the mantle were still closed with no signal of the pair within it, working. Captains brown's house was now to his left, looking down on him. Mrs Robert Brown appeared at a ground-floor window, so he waved to acknowledge her bearing and hopefully avoid her interest, as he was making it too obvious that he was going for a walk out of the village.

He made it around the head and Captain Brown's house was now out of flock behind him. As he walked on, he tried to recognise the cliffs and rock 'n' roll that yesterday he saw from the seaward incline. The path dropped lower into some undergrowth, hiding the ocean from purview. Soon he was walking through some small tree diagram, only catching fleeting coup d'oeil of the sea. He would never greet Mermaid's Cove from this angle.

The breeze was coming off the sea, so he heard stride behind him before he smelled any odor. Not wanting to be followed, Tom jumped over a wall on the landwards English of the path and waited. The pushover brought a associate scent to him as he heard the footsteps pass his concealing space. He let Becky pass him before he stood up and followed her, treading carefully and staying downwind.

The path emerged from the Tree and undergrowth as Tom allowed Becky to stretch out her lead on him. She was searching for him ahead of her. Tom remained half-hidden, still in the trees and Lucy Stone wall, ducking down as Becky stopped. He heard a whispering of paws, then four paws landing hard, then hushed pace leading away.

Tom poked his head over the wall to see Becky now off the path, having jumped over a fallen tree diagram and modest bush. She was working deftly through long grass, trying not to leave tone, working her way to the drop-off edge. Tom then recognised the drop physical body and rock'n'roll below. They were now on the cliff above Mermaid's Cove.

Tom followed Becky's step to brook above her in the pot as she made her way down the winding way of life, now using the steps cut into the stone. She was peering onto the beach to see if he was there. When she realised he wasn't down there, she turned to return along the path and saw him above her grinning.

"Looking for me ?"Tom said with a self-satisfied smile on his face.

"Mum sent me,"Becky said, apologising."She thought you may train the cove out rather than escaping."

Becky now blushed, more at being caught out than having her mum sending her on an errand.

"That's okay, rather you than your mum."Tom laughed."But at least now I know where the path is, thanks."

Tom took a good feeling around, checking he could identify the route's localisation in the dark. Beck was making her way back up to him.

"How did you make out mum would send off me ?"

"I didn't ... But female person seem to be inherently leery of males ... Don't worry, I caught your scent first with the hint behind you."Tom lied, trying to mend Becky's hurt feelings."I'll state them you found me at the Cove rather than I followed you."

Becky reached him, and the two returned to the path. Becky turned to walk back the hamlet but Tom pulled her away, to continue along the path, lament to research further.

"fountainhead now I am chaperoned, why not let me research further ?"

Becky shrugged in banker's acceptance, but also happy to proceed walking with Tom, rather than return home. They walked on, following the way away from the settlement

The coastal path dropped into a hollow next to a shoal beach, with some overgrown downfall close to the way of life. There was a well-worn track down onto the beach.

"That's strange,"Becky said,"There was always a route past the theatre, but a with child group has recently trodden this down."

Tom and Becky followed the downtrodden grass path to the beach where it changed to mud, sand, then pebbles. Becky was about to step onto the mud when Tom pulled her back.

'' There are some definite paw prints in the mud and wet gumption before we ruin them, can you identify them ? ``

"Yeah, that is simple ... Badger ... Fox ... weasel maybe."Then she pointed at some prints off to one face, where the mud was dryer."Cat."

Becky sniffed the air, then bent down to the Gunter Grass, sniffing, `` That 's strange. That 's Balthazar 's odour, but he would never arrive down to a beach voluntarily. ``

"Are you sure ? How recollective ago ?"

'' well, possibly death night or yesterday as the odor is still strong. There are some more sweet-scented scents too, and scent. '' Becky replied.

Tom smelled the air, sniffing around, picking out various scents. He couldn't identify Balthazar's case-by-case scent as yet, but he could smell perfume. It was something alike to what his sister would wear. Then he caught the odorous smells Becky identified, definitely sweaty men, close confined or ace that had been working hard.

"Do fisherdogs take out up on this beach, would that explain the footprint ?"

"Hell no, that is why the fisherdog's house is in laying waste. See the protruding cliff there ?"Becky pointed.

"Years ago that outcrop dropped into the sea to make those stone, like shark's tooth. They would rip a concentrated hull sportfishing boat apart."

"So they couldn't reaching here by boat ?"

"Oh yes, just not a hard Hull. You can see a slight spectator where they have pulled something like an inflatable up the beach, more than once. This is a regular coming together place."Becky answered.

"But passing fisherdogs could see them."

Tom pointed out to the wide-eyed horizon that would urinate the beach readily seeable from any passing game fisherdog for an appreciable clip. Becky nodded, her face full of surprisal, telling Tom this was not a readily advertised merging place.

"Fisherdogs would feature noticed and Balthazar's white fur would stand out, allowing anyone to recognise him, but no one has mentioned seeing such a merging. They must be meeting outside of fishing hours."

Tom and Becky looked at each other, realising the importance of this information.

"I have to let dad know, this is not normal ... The sole badger known around here is Brock. Why would Balthazar be meeting with him ?"

"Yes, tell your dad know what we've discovered, maybe he knows about it, but the good money is on he doesn't."

'' Yeah, I 'd jibe. ``

"Becky, in this man ... Do you accept wild animal tracking tv camera ? You know, so you can watch beast trails to see which wild animals are coming and going."

Becky looked horrified,"No ... Why would you need such a matter ?"

"wellspring, in my world humanity can't ask animals who use a way and why, so by setting cameras up in trees or bushes the succeeding day we can determine the wild animals."

Tom ensured he avoided the terms game and hunting, one of the elementary habit of them.

"Again, why would we ask such a thing ... ?"Becky asked.

"fountainhead, what if we could capture a group photo of these cloak-and-dagger meetings, then we would have grounds ?"

To Tom, this was a natural patterned advance, but judging from Becky 's tone of horror, the use of camera surveillance may not be satisfactory. He made a bank bill to sing to Peter about it. Becky shook her head in disgust and returned to the main coastal path.

This time Tom motioned to return to the hamlet, maybe they had gone far enough, then Tom remembered Dylan Thomas's request from last night.

"What happened between you and Lowell Thomas the Fisherdog ?"Tom asked, not realising what a sensible subject field he'd touched upon.

"Why what has he been saying ?"Becky demanded."I saw him talking to you live on night."

"nix, it was actually your dad on the boat yesterday."Tom hoped this would alleviate the interrogation.

"That's regretful ... What's it to do with him ?"Becky said, spitting the interrogation back at him.

"He mentioned that you two were close growing up,"Tom answered, realising he was being a picayune tactless."But as you've full-grown older, you've originate apart."

Becky stormed onwards, not answering. Her tail swishing almost angrily as she kicked poop and folio bedding on the path. Tom followed a few steps behind. With her not looking at him, made it soft for her to open up.

"I'm supposed to inherit the Top Dog position. But as I'm a beef, it has to go to a sire which means going outside the class and dad always favoured Thomas,"Becky said angrily."As soon as they realised this all the village cunt chased after him as if he were on heating system and the dog sires avoided me like the plague."

"Why can't a squawk be a Top Dog ?"Tom asked, hoping she wouldn't good turn on him.

"I've asked that question many clip,"She answered, barking back at him."But I've never had a literal answer."

"Can it still be Thomas if he chooses a different wife ?"Tom said, readying himself to duck, or put off any red reaction.

"No. He has to marry into the Brown family."

"Why ?"

"wellspring ... wellspring ... I don't know why ... it's just the way I've been told it has to happen,"Becky said, puzzled.

"So, if you chose someone else other than Norman Thomas, he and your dad have no say in it ?"

"Oh ... Don't worry Dad will take in a lot to say about it ... But you make a good point in time,"Becky said looking smug.

"Would you choose anyone else but Norman Thomas ?"Tom asked, remembering he was supposed to be putting in a kind Book in party favour of Thomas, not talking her out of the idea.

"No, and that's what pisses me off about it all,"Becky answered, angrily walking on indicating that was the end of the conversation.

The route returned to the trees, and overgrowth as Becky took on a swagman to her steps.

"How do you visualise some angry sex ?"She asked,"I'm tactual sensation angry, and it's been a patch since we had sex in the kitchen."

She turned off the track, walking between some trees and to the wall Tom had previously hidden behind. There was a gate in the wall for her to take the air through, turning to beckon him to follow. They walked on down an old narrow path, into thicker tree that opened out to a lowly glade hidden from view.

In the centre of the small glade was a bent tree, deliberately bent over in a fallen ‘ Z'shape with a brusk horizontal portion to the proboscis at waist height, before the body headed skywards again. Branches dropped off to go roots, acting as peg, making the short component part of the tree like a carpenter 's trestle sawhorse.

Becky turned to sit on the bent tree, grinning smugly at Tom.

"My family's mating tree ... coevals of my family were conceived on this tree, so I'd like to try my turn."

Tom realised that this was the tree diagram Becky's mum told him about in jackpot's pub last nighttime. Becky motioned to Tom's trunks."I think you're overdressed ..."

Tom was already horny after Clair warming him up earlier, he was eagre to satisfy Becky. He undid his belt and shorts. Becky licked her lips and her paw delved into Tom's boxers, even with her novice experience her paw excited Tom with her thumb teasing over his growing cock's head, stroking its eye.

Becky pulled Tom conclusion and kissed him, her slightly expectant snout being more inapt than any cat, but Becky was now more erotic in this encounter. No longer a lapping, licking knife, her tongue teased around Tom 's tongue even tickling his tonsils.

Tom's shaft that was now flagged outside his shorts, as Becky stroked it in a tight hairgrip. She dropped onto her genu and sucked his rotating shaft into her snout. This time she'd practised and sucked him as hard as Clair. Tom held her header, stroking her ears, as she bobbed up and down on his shaft of light, licking his prick's drumhead then balls.

Becky pulled Tom's shorts down to his articulatio talocruralis. She held Tom's shaft up to tuck underneath and suck each ball. Her tongue darting out to lick his rear entrance, teasing him in a way he had never considered arouse before.

"Mmm, I think that has gotten your interest,"Becky said.

She got up, licking her rim and straddled the tree diagram, leaning face down on the horizontal proboscis, legs following the root legs of the trestle. Her fanny flicked, displaying her object to Tom. The one glistened with juice, waiting for him. Tom teased his finger easily into her, stroking her tail from base to tip.

"Mmm."

Tom eased his finger out and slipped his shaft into Becky. She gripped onto the corner tree trunk as Tom pumped in and out of her, arching her binding to abstract her bum. Tom's grip on her tail helped and this time he was enjoying himself, his free hand spanked her.

"Mmm, yes ... Spank me ... Double hooey me."Becky asked.

Tom's judgement spun. ‘ twofold stuff'what on earth was that and how did she memorise that ? So he spanked her again.

Answering his unspoken dubiousness, Becky said,"I've found some helpful sex instructional videos."Giving Tom a wry look, and a dirty giggle, she said,"Maybe next meter we should impart some roofy ..."

Tom then second-guessed what she meant, spanked her and pressed his thumb into her arse passage, for her to squall excitedly. Tom enjoyed bouncing off her can, with each impact driving his thumb into her, making her gasp at every thrust into her.

"Omph ... Omph ... Omph ... Omph."

Tom leant over her spine, removing his pollex but digging his hands into her fleshy hip erogenous zones. His optic searched her cervix, and he gathered up some neck skin in his teeth. She knew what was coming.

"Yes ... Yes ... Yes, Tom ... Bite now, I'm coming, please ..."Becky said, begging. Tom bit hard on the fold of skin on her neck and she spasmed on the tree diagram trunk, tensing around his shaft deep inside her, squealing.

"Yeeeeaahss."As she spasmed, tensing her body.

Tom held on until she relaxed, then released his pungency, drew in a cryptic breathing place and stood again, withdrawing out of her, his rod dripping with her cum. She relaxed onto the tree trunk with a gasp.

"But Becky, you've not finished yet, I'm not satisfied, I've not cum yet ... You know the drill,"Tom said.

His shaft pulsing rock hard and his balls were aching. He was enjoying this. Now he had more empathy for Becky, to a greater extent than when they were in the kitchen. He lied down on his vertebral column on the smoke in the glade, his dick mimicking the surrounding tree diagram, reaching for the sky.

"acclivity on top, sit on my throbbing cock you worm, you 've had your joy, now it is my good turn,"Tom said, commanding her.

Becky rose off the tree body to step over to him.

"Sit on my dick, I said, I want your wet puss wrapped around my stiff cock."Tom commanded, wondering if this would work with the kittens.

Becky straddled Tom's shank, squatting down her paw guided his dick to its prey. He felt the wetness of her sassing on his naked tip. She was lowering herself down slowly, but Tom couldn't resist grabbing her shank and pulling her down onto him.

Becky gasped, and her mouthpiece opened wide, howling silently in bliss. Tom now admired her underbelly, enjoying her attractive, slender waist and her neatly trimmed fur.

She was more experienced now and ground her hip backwards and forwards, impaled on his cock, then rising up to slide back down onto him. Her lovely small perfectly flesh out breast bounced and jiggled as she created her own wet patch on Tom's crotch. He could smell her sex and her excitement mixing with the flavour of the modest glade.

Tom slapped his fingers of one deal across both her boob."Yowww."Becky yelped but grinned back. He then softly fondled them. He ruffled her fur as he lowered his hands to grasp her hip joint and ground their articulatio coxae together with the wet patch between them growing.

Becky rode up his quill on her rear wooden leg, then releasing to spend sassing assailable, grunting in time.

"Uh ... Uh ... Uh ... Ugg."

Tom enjoyed the feel of her well lubricated, velvet tunnel, sliding up and down his throbbing shaft. Looking up at her again, he felt his musket ball give that familiar twitch. He was nearly there.

"Bounce up and down bitch, I want to see your tits spring,"Tom said, knowing he couldn't last much longer. He slapped her lightly across her bosom again and returned to fondling them. Becky raised her figurehead branch over her principal, paws together, as her own sexual climax grew.

Becky upped the pace and pumping up and down faster, rising heights enough to just keep his naked nigga end just inside her lips, then slapping down onto the increasing wet patch between them. Her breast were bouncing for Tom to admire. She grunted with each landing chance event."Uhg ... Uhg ... Uhg."She was in control of her own sexual climax that was building to a climax.

She squealed."Ooooo I am coming again, Tom, I am coming, yeeeaahhss."

She arched her back, and Tom felt her brawn clench around the peak of his shaft then her stallion body dropped onto his flag celestial pole pushing it rich inside her."Fuuccckkk."she squealed.

seeing her orgasms climactic release, he could feel his own orgasm climax, releasing to flood warm liquidity into her. He grabbed her pelvic arch and ground them to empty his bollock. She squirmed in joy and collapsed onto him, her chief just above him, hugging him tightly and kissing him.

They both giggled as they got up with Tom pulling his short pants back up. Becky wore an inane grinning across her face, enjoying her new experience of good afternoon sex in the open air, in her family unit's mating glade.

The two walked back to the main coastal course to rejoin to the village. Becky's female parent was nowhere to be seen as Becky left him. Tom passed the house by walking back alone to Kitty's Pub. The sauceboat had returned, and the beach was busy with fisherdogs finishing their play day. A few more holidaymaker were around, enjoying the hustle and fuss. Kitty and Sarah warned him they had a full B & B that eventide and for the next few nights.

Lucy called into the pub with cock and passed Tom their lean.

"We've started a few initial passing play on the sampling, but so far nothing is immediately noticeable as being out of the ordinary. But at least we know that putz's heath Robinson run equipment works as all the standard markers are registering,"Lucy said, quickly outlining their plans for boost investigation.

To be on the safe English, Tom rewrote the leaning in his handwriting and gave the pilot list back to Lucy. In between serving, Tom spoke to Peter, asking about an infrared photographic camera to spy on the beach he and Becky saw earlier. preferably than Becky 's reticence, it excited Saint Peter at the clandestine nature of the idea, saying he 'd be able to strike hard something up the take after day.

The evening flew by, with Tom and Sarah busy serving and clearing mesa. Becky and Brenda were busy in the kitchen, allowing Becky and Tom the brief of smiles as they passed. Guest were a mix of computed axial tomography, frank and a duo of human beings. Guests all asked about mermaids and opportunities for a fishing slip, all presentiment well for the summertime ahead.

Balthazar appeared at the bar during the busy evening and whilst clarification empty glasses Tom passed him the list, saying"Dwayne Dibley's list."Balthasar folded the lean without reading it, thanked Tom and left him to continue with his work, not wanting to throw small talk.

Later, during a brief lull, Tom caught the Fisherdog Thomas 's eye and nodded to him to contact outside.

"Hi, I had a watchword with Becky, if you're still interest ?"

"Oh Please Tom, I can't hold open putting off all these village girls. They say I've been single too long and they're circling like marauder. What did she say ?"

"Well, she's not ecstatic about system as she jealous about losing the opportunity to be top dog."

"It's some old-fashioned nonsense, I want to be Top Dog. But not at the expense of losing Becky,"Thomas said, looking sheepish.

"I know how we can get you two together ..."Tom said and then outlined a plan.

Tom wasn't for certain how well it would be received, although domestic dog seemed to be a little more open about sex and relationships than humans or computed axial tomography. Once he outlined his musical theme to Lowell Thomas, Thomas was all for it and slapped him on the book binding to congratulate him.

"Oh, no, it's kind of romantic in a doggish way ..."Thomas laughed."I'm sure quite a few of our parents met in similar mode, not quite arranged man and wife but almost ..."

"Are you sure ? It's not something mankind would okay of. Oh well, each to his ... Or her own."

The yoke re-entered the pub separately to quash suspicion. Soon Tom was busy again, clearing tables and serving beer to the police chief 's mesa. Becky 's female parent was there, so Becky would n't be staying late, letting Tom off any late-night kitchen affair.

Lucy and shaft had left and none of her sisters were present either, so Tom was looking forward to a shower and a bed to himself as the clientele dwindled. Kitty walked Balthazar back home, leaving Sarah and Tom finishing clearing up. Sarah must take in sensed Tom's tiredness as she suggested he get off to bed and she'd wait for jackpot's return.

Tom felt relieved as he made his way to his room. He lost his rush and socks and picked up a towel to make his way to cause a shower bath. With all the guests in bed, Tom enjoyed wandering the stairwell and corridors in the dark, using his cat 's night sight to run his way.

The pub's amphetamine flooring were a whole assortment of client and familiar odour, Tom recognising some, others he couldn't. Entering the lav Tom exhaled a sigh of relief, finally having the shower to himself, shutting and locking the door behind him, he inhaled.

"Clair, why are you hiding in the shower bath ?"Tom asked, smelling the kitty's perfume behind him, confirmed by a sniggering giggle.

"I thought I had you other today, but you cheated me ..."Clair said.

Clair's legs wrapped around from behind him and her paws loosened his belt and shorts. Tom could feel her warm breathing space on the back of his neck, causing the pilus to abide on end as she pecked kisses. His shorts fell to the floor, and a paw delved into his boxershorts to stroke his growing manhood, as she purred.

"We have unfinished line of work, Tom,"She said purring as one leg pulled him tightly into her behind him.

Her tail worked its way into around Tom's waist and into his boxer, pulling them down. Her shadower then tucked through his legs, stroking between his balls and back entrance. The soft fur at the end of her rear end teased and excited Tom, as Clair's paw stroked his shaft, with her purring in his ear.

Clair no longer needed to hold Tom, so her one leg pulled his shirt over his head. She cast his jersey to one side as she nibbled his ear, and his hands reached over his headland to stroke her pinna behind him. Clair pulled Tom around to look her and wrapped her forelegs around his neck and her hind stage around his shank, purring whilst her tail seductively stroked his shaft and rear.

Clair was light to run, and Tom was enjoying her butt stroking him. She was more sexually mindful than her sister Lucy. Her paws pulling his face to her to kiss him and her one paw able to stroke his rear passage. Cats were much more erotic than dogs, although his lone dog experience was with Becky and she was improving.

"Can't you kittens let me shower in repose,"Tom asked, chuckling as Clair purred, her tail guiding his shaft into her.

"We've worked out a Rota, mum and Kitty are meddling so we have you to ourselves."

Tom hoped she was joking, but the looking at on her font was serious.

'' I can reek dog. Are you two-timing us kitten ... ? ``

"I didn't get the memo ... Perhaps you kittens need to share the rota with me."

Clair's tail wiped his shaft tip across the wetness of her kitty-cat, slowly lowering herself onto him. Tom slipped in easily, enjoying her warm velvet interior as she gasped.

"You're bigger than any of the boys on campus, but none have your passing sex toy nickname."

'' You seem very certainly of yourself, maybe you need to join me in the exhibitioner, '' Tom said, knowing computerized tomography aversion to body of water, he still hoped he may have a solo shower for a change.

"human being aren't normally that kinky, but I'm willing to try,"Clair said, chuckling."It would be a shame to expurgate our coupling."

She rose and dropped onto Tom's shaft of light, still hanging onto him as her tail stroked his rear passage, teasingly. Tom now seeing her input as a challenge walked over to the shower tray and turned the water on, standing just clear, testing the body of water temperature and her resolve.

"You are frizzly !"

Clair purred nervously but continued to slither up, and down Tom's shaft, nibbling his ear. As the urine temperature settled just where Tom wanted it he stepped under, carrying Clair with him, under the urine stream.

Initially, Clair shuddered, only just capable to fall onto Tom, wiggling her nates down onto his shaft, to keep her hooked, impaled onto him. The water supply seemed to just run off her fur. Tom thought she'd foiled his plan as she threw her head back into the body of water, pretending to enjoy it running over her head. The look on her face wasn't so confident.

Clair continued to slide up and down Tom's shaft, pretending to revel in the shower as the water ran off her like a raincoat. Then Tom noticed her fur was getting saturated and flattening as it retained the water, giving her fur a lustre, reflecting the bathroom light.

Clair was now grinding her hip into Tom, and her purring annotation had changed. She was getting More stirred, as her fur lost its water repellant properties and became a monotonous wet skin. Tom could feel her body more as she moved and wriggled, the water lubricating their excited consistency. Her hardened nipple now stroked Tom's chest through the vapid, wet fur and he felt his arousal growing.

"Tom, you are one kinky sex toy ... No man has ever excited me like this ..."

Tom leant Clair against the tiled shower wall and took over, sliding in and out of her. Her fur was no tenacious fluffy, but dilute and slippery. Her dead body felt different next to his skin, as he felt every wriggle, device and tensing of her muscles.

Tom continued to drive his shaft deep into her, her lovely delicate titty squashed between them and her nipple teasing into him. He could feel her tensing, building up her orgasm as horde into her fourth dimension and prison term again.

'' Yesss ... Umph ... Armph ... Umph ... Fuck me, Tom ... You super kinky sex toy, Fuck me ... Umph ... Umph. ``

Then Tom felt her velvet tunnel tighten on him and her back arched as her muscles spasmed with the flow of ecstasy running through her. Tom thrust onwards, Clair was now hanging on as her eubstance wracked with spasms of her coming, enjoying her muscles tightening around him. Finally, he released into her, with her grinning as she felt the warm liquid inside her, grinding the last of her coming into him.

Clair relaxed, unwrapping her hind legs to bear, kissing him under the watercourse of water. Tom could now see her waterlogged fur draped around her, as they both panted, catching their breath. Tom turned the H2O off, so Clair could dry off. Initially, they both stroked her fur, encouraging the water to leave her coat.

"I didn't think you would brave the piss, Clair."Tom Joked.

"Neither did I, but I'm glad I did, that was so kinky ... Now, please help me dry off."

Tom stroked his hands hard over Clair 's consistency to encourage the water supply out of her fur, working his way around her. He soon noticed her chemical reaction whenever he was finis or in an erogenous zone. She was getting more and more erotically charged as the drying outgrowth progressed, her hind end especially as she moaned softly, her body twisting in glee.

Soon her fur was no longer saturated, and they used towels, causing her fur to fluff up, giving her an Afro, fur ball hairstyle all over, and causing Tom to giggle.

"It's not funny story, if the other kittens see me like this I'll never live it down. It will take minute of preening to flatten this fur down,"Clair said dejectedly, looking at herself in the mirror.

"Was it worth it ?"

"Hmm, I enjoyed it but after all this drying I'm not too sure. Ask me later once my fur is bland again."

Clair let herself out, taking a towel with her, Tom assumed to go to his bedroom. Finally, alone, Tom got on with enjoying a shower. Once finished and dried he tidied up the bathroom, having to dry the flooring, wipe the wall tiles and replace any wet towels with dry.

entry his bedroom with his dirty washing and a towel wrapped around him, he could see Clair, purring, wrapped around herself, preening on his bed. Seeing more than convention light entering the bedroom, he walked to see the view out of his minuscule windowpane. Craning his neck to see the beach and sea beyond, he saw a broad Moon appear from behind a cloud.

The wide moon sparked his memory of his promise with Pisces, for them to conform to at the next entire moon.

"What time do you reckon it is Clair ?"Tom asked, pulling on clean boxers, shorts and his nearest day old sweaty T-shirt.

"Hmm ? Nearly midnight, issue forth to bed and let's put some more dinero on those roof timber ..."

Tom was already pulling his boots on and tying his laces.

"Sorry, I've got to go ... Got to see a man about a dog,"Tom said, using one of his homeworld excuses for leaving someone.

Before Clair could protest, Tom was already flying down the stair and out of the door into the street, now running to reach Mermaids Cove.

To Be Continued ... .