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

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Tom woke hearing puss and Sarah rising to come out 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 work to do. He unravelled himself from Lucy and slowly dressed. Timing his leaving the room as pussy and Sarah passed on the landing, the three smiling and Sarah nodding a silent laugh at Lucy curled up asleep on the bed behind him.

Tom felt fresh in his cleanse new apparel, welcoming Brenda's breakfast olfactory sensation omitting from the kitchen as he walked down the stairs. Now he could tell all the factor she was preparing and identifying her smell. The four of them sat discussing the previous day and Tom feeling a short hungover from all the celebratory beers brought him hold up night.

Several loving cup of tea and Brenda's hearty breakfast later, he got to make laying mesa. Stepping outside to check the atmospheric condition, even the busiest fisherdog found clip to wish Tom well. With another brilliant warm morning, Tom started bringing mesa and chair outside for the human family.

"I think we'll have to advertize breakfasts in the garden,"kitty-cat said laughing through the bar's loose door."We're already having a wealth of enquiries from possible client and a waiting leaning of retired captains wanting to captain any sportfishing trip-up available !"

Tom was enthusiastic about this impudent day, especially as his hangover was drifting away. He thought again that he fitted in well here. Maybe this was the billet he was looking for after all. It was nice, comfy, and it seems they will be meddlesome over summer.

The waiting area door opened to release little Stevie pulling his mother to the board, excited to watch the sauceboat one final stage time. His Father 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 Captain Brown as he sauntered by, waving a greeting, just as Tom felt a caressing hand 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 come to see you after breakfast and we can sort Lucy out,"chieftain 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 guild ?"Came the dulcet tones of the girl who had followed him out of earshot and walked with him inside. Once inside, she pretended to sniff at him,"Hmm, pussy cat ? Again ? It seems I will have challenger when I return ... What's your earphone number ?"

"Err, I don't have a phone, I lost it in a tempest a week ago, when I was walking,"Tom answered, dreading having her returning and being a Lucy Stone around his neck, especially with the exemption he seemed to give birth with the villagers and their offspring. He wouldn't want to fall behind his Sex Toy moniker.

Thankfully, Sarah came through with teatime and java to cut the daughter short and Tom got on with taking the food grain out into the garden. After that, Tom was too busy and kept the girl at arm 's length. When going into the kitchen to ease up Brenda their cooked 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 beverage finis night ... But, no I'm not ... A morning kitty that is, thankfully Brenda is more absolvitory than mum."Lucy smiled back.

"Captain Tom will be along once we have breakfast done,"Tom warned her, trying not to give anything away to Brenda.

With Sarah helping Tom with breakfasts, the daughter didn't have any further opportunities to tree Tom. As soon as the humans returned to their way, Tom cleared the mesa and brought the furniture back inside the pub.

Rather than loiter around in the public areas, Tom hid in the kitchen enjoying a cup of tea with Brenda and Lucy, to forfend any tactical manoeuvres by the leaving family's daughter. Then Kitty popped her head 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 meet Captain Brown.

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

As they walked, Tom walked along with maitre d'hotel brownness, trying to be diplomatic.

"It's safe if we can enter the bungalow using the hinder threshold. The cottages can be seen from the entire village and anyone could see us to entering an vacate cottage."

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

They turned off the clifftop track to pass inland, then once passed the end of the cottage row, turned up the overgrown itinerary along the back gardens. Counting the back door as they walked until they reached the appointed cottage This one had a low garden gate in the wall and a course leading up to the back door, making it less obvious that there would be unconstipated fundament traffic over the next few days or even calendar week, to the discharge cottage.

At the door, police captain Brown told the door, `` Top Dog Captain Brown, spread out cottage. ``

They heard a click as the ringlet released and they followed Captain Brown into the house, as spark turned on inside. Lucy went to pull the mantle back.

"Err no sorry Lucy, surface curtains show occupancy, this is still an empty cottage for all intent purposes, cloak and dagger I'm afraid,"Tom asked, to find out maitre d'hotel brownness tut.

'' Add a new person to level five access, public figure Tom, '' senior pilot Brown University said to no one in particular.

'' Tom confirmed. Tom, please speak clearly ? '' The house computing device requested.

"Hi, I'm Tom."

'' Add a new soul to raze eight access, name Lucy, '' Captain Brown repeated the process.

'' Lucy confirmed. Lucy, please verbalise clearly ? '' The house computing machine requested.

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

"Hang on maitre d', Lucy is a level eight and I'm a plain grade five ?"Tom protested.

'' Lucy will need to access the net and her profile online, whereas I do n't think you can touch yours, '' Captain brownness answered."Right, that is you two set up, I'll need that leaning of equipment you need as soon as you can."

Captain Brown went to leave by the front end doorway, but then realised and turned to entrust from the back, giving Tom a glance of despair. Once the back room access closed behind him, Lucy burst with a shelling of exciting ideas.

"This is perfect Tom, we can install all the musical instrument here. We need to get Peter on board as soon as possible. We can run simulations in the sleeping room, with parallel setup. ``

'' Whoa hold on there, we 're not sure of our budget yet. Let 's get a lean of the minimum of'A'form equipment we need for the initial evaluations first. Then let 's see what the kickback is from that initial price, and then maybe we 'll need to draft a minute inclination of'B'form appurtenance. I'm not confident Balthasar is as community-spirited as he should be. '' Tom interrupted Lucy.

"What do you mean by that ?"

'' Well, he was quick to deal the grounds away with him and possibly straight back to the IGC fold it came from, '' Tom explained."This smacking of corruption at a mellow level 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 receive prick and bring him into our little team."Tom reminded her."He can be Q"

Lucy looked at him questioningly."What ?"

"Haha, when we have clock time I will tell you all about King James Bond in our world. Q was his quartermaster, equipping him with tremendous gadgets and cars, which seem apt for Peter."

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

She chuckled again, will to accommodate Tom's paranoia. They left the house by the plump for room access and returned down the back way, then followed the cross-country path out of the village. As they walked, Tom asked Lucy about the genetical nanobots and how they were changing his senses.

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

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

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

"okay, so long as the depicted object of that chicken box are our priority. If you can find anything in the interim is a bonus."

'' About two eld ago they upgraded all nanobots for the commencement time in decades. They undertook all the peer revue and trials, but maybe they never considered someone who did n't own existing nanobots already present. There were report written about possible side effects, but none considered someone from a parallel world turning up."

Lucy had diverted them off the cross-country path and up another running along the ridgeline of the valley. They caught coup d'oeil of the village below through tree diagram and hedgerow. It amazed Tom that even walking on two legs Lucy showed a feline free grace, even when skipping over a style along the track. Lucy turned to charm him admiring her, then watched him assay to imitate her and fail.

"You homo can be so ill-chosen,"Lucy laughed.

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

'' Hi, Saint Peter the Apostle, no hangover this morning ? '' Lucy called.

poor Peter looked up, shocked, then surprised that Lucy was calling on him, almost falling off his chair. He put his book down and almost ran up the way of life to spread 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 long personal line of credit of beer you had queued up for you."

"Thankfully, I had the sensation not to booze all of it, but also by working I think I wore some of it off before going to bed."Tom chuckled, shooting a knowing glance at Lucy causing her to blush."We have something interesting to talk over. There is more to the saving of Pisces story than you may know."

Tom and Lucy sat down at Peter's garden tabular array and then explained all about the plot behind the entrapment of Pisces in the crabby person pot and the scandalmongering box recovered from Tor rock. He explained his possibility of the IGC and once again had to encounter the ‘ hide the stone in his fists'secret plan to prove his point.

The denizen of this man were too trusting, almost naïve. Tom pondered how they would survive in his universe, with all the electronic mail, phone and street scam around. As they explained the deal Tom had agreed with Captain Brown and Balthasar Peter's enthrallment grew as he burst with excitement ...

"Oh ... Please tell me you need my assistant ? Lucy, you know I can build exactly what we need."Peter volley with enthusiasm.

pecker grabbed a pen and pad and started scribbling tone, talking to himself, with Lucy nodding in agreement to the technical equipment he was listing out. Tom had to wave his hand over the theme to appeal Peter's attention back to him.

"The trouble is putz, with the potency of one or more groin in the IGC we can't purchase, search or log into any networks or highlight that we are investigating genetic material."

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

"That 's ok, we can modify an farming nanosensor wave scanner, plus use some off the shelf symptomatic equipment."putz excitedly listed reams of equipment on his notepad.

"Can we do that Peter ?"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 kittens are so straight ... How do you retrieve I managed both midterm and end of full term experimentation ? You don't think I collected all that datum in the throttle time they allocated to us in the laboratory, did you ? I built exactly what we need in my student lodgement ... I brought it all home plate with me and everything we need is in boxwood in my bedroom."Peter beamed at Lucy as he proudly announcing his achievement.

"But that would make cost you way more than your educatee grant ?"Lucy gasped.

"Haha, I sold the data to the former students, which is how they could all continue partying whilst we studied. I made a sizeable profit in the end and have already shut down the server so it's untraceable. The university will never find out that I am the reservoir. I added in some variables so everyone's data has plenty random spread they won't be able to claim plagiarism and educatee get roughly the scores expected of them, only giving a few higher paying educatee a boost. Otherwise, it would raise a few eyebrows if we all aced our exams."

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

Tom jumped into the conversation."What if the list we give of purchases is fictive, so any other geneticist reviewing the items will cerebrate we are looking up the wrong way of life, so will observe nil and then no one will consider us a terror ?"

The three all laughed at their brilliance, Saint Peter led them up to his bedroom and they all carried down various boxes of electronics back out into the garden. Immediately Lucy and Peter began sorting through the boxes to establish two trenchant pile, with Lucy tutting and giving Simon Peter disapproving looks every clock time they added something to the smaller pile.

"So what's wrong with that nap ?"Tom asked, noticing Lucy's disapproval and pointing at the smaller pile.

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

"If the grocery store demands, any right enterpriser would fulfil any demand."pecker tried to explain."Plus further my grades at the Sami time."

The pair made an stock list of everything in the larger pile, making a new list and ticking items and eq off Peter 's original lean. Tom was impressed with his merry band of spymasters, working enthusiastically with technology he could n't even hazard to comprehend.

"Apart from some wire, plugs and screens, we have everything here, but we can do prelude scans."Lucy excitedly told Tom,"Which means we can sacrifice Balthazar a sour listing of token that will include particular we can use to inquire your line of descent and DNA at the Saame time."

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

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

'' Ooo ... can we dissect you, Tom ? '' pecker laughed, to see Tom's face rear up in blow. `` Haha, I see your human race has the Saami Sci-Fi stories as ours ... No, we won't need to analyse you. All we need is a parentage sample."

Lucy giggled at the notion, seeing Tom roll his eyes, 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 trouble ..."

"A. If those sample distribution contain nanobots, they ca n't escape to contaminate any of us."

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

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

"We do n't even take to open any sample bottles. All testing is done using scanners, whether sampling or diagnosing the nanobots. If we had the right equipment, we could even computer programme the nanobots remotely."Peter explained and then reeled off the technicalities as Tom halted him.

"Sorry Peter, you'll be wasting your breath as I flunked out of university. But that is a substitute ; it was one of the main stumbling engine block I foresaw."Tom admitted."I think I can trust you two with the technicalities and I'll control stick to paranoia."

Peter carried the smaller sight of equipment back up to his bedroom. Lucy poured over the rest, double-checking the stock list. It disappointed Tom to await at the dull pile of the equipment, no flashing sparkle or glowing dilithium vitreous silica, not even humming radioactive boxes with meter showing phonograph needle flickering in the red zones.

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

"Ahh, well, we may get to make two trips, as we can't be seen using the cottage. This is all top mystery on a pauperization to get laid ground prick. We'll motivation to go return by the way we came up, on the paths."

Lucy shrugged her berm in acceptance, looking at Peter. `` It 's all right, you 'll get used to his off-world paranoia. But something Tell me these are all prudent forethought after the endeavor on Pisces life. ``

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

Inside the bungalow, Lucy started arranging equipment as tool and Tom returned to Peter 's house to bring the rest period. shaft on the walk back excitedly thanks Tom for including him in the project and giving him the chance to form with Lucy again. Once back at Simon Peter's star sign, Peter added some promissory note and denotation books to the pile, and the two carried it all back to Q's lair.

tool and Lucy were in their element, shuffling equipment around, busying themselves, muttering to each other which sequence they would run first, second and argument, both scribbling banknote and nodding in accord. Tom was very much superfluous to all this, and he had other things on his mind, so made his exculpation and left.

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

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

He heard a spokesperson Echo back, a padding dissonance of mitt on floorboard, and one of the two remaining triplets appeared, although Tom didn't know which one. It surprised her to see him at the back door, 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 inquiry would induce law-breaking ...

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh, is that all ? Well, okay, but first I have a little chore that needs a human being's service if you do n't mind ?"She asked.

"Oh, of course, anything to help,"Tom answered happy to facilitate, stepping into the business firm and closing the doorway behind him."contribute the way."

Chrys turned around and scampered up the stair, disappearing into the kitten's bedroom. Tom followed to inscribe the room with three undivided 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 roof, and stepped closemouthed. It wasn't as if there were any wakeful lightbulb to change. As he reached the end of the bed, the kitten grabbed him with her paws and Tom felt her claws 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 man can do ... Now undo your bang and shorts."The kitten demanded.

"What ?"Tom queried.

But with his crotch looming over the kitty 's open mouth, seeing her body stretched out underneath him on the bed with her pert fur-covered breasts, Tom 's libido was already gearing up, with his ancestry pumping.

"I need you to replete this mouth with your passing sex toy."The kitty purred."We know what you've been up to and we kittens think it is our turn."

The kitty's butt came over her body to stroke his font and run down his chest, to tease his genital organ. Knowing he couldn't escape the chela piercing his short circuit holding him, Tom unfastened his shorts. She withdrew her claws to pull down his shorts and Boxer, freeing up his growing member to fall through down onto her aspect. The kitty's eyes widened as she wrapped her lips around Tom's shaft head and drub and suck in it.

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

"Hang on your Chrys ?"Tom replied shocked, looking down at her grinning back at him with his stiffening rotating shaft 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 hook now tweaked at his buns, warning him not to move.

"But that was the inference ... Oh well, never mind ... I'm going to cause to learn to severalize you kitty apart."Tom laughed.

Clair's lips were like velvet and her part rough, component part soft, tongue flicked up and around his now stiff dick. She would lap the rough portion of her tongue down to his balls and stake 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 oscillation echoing onto his dick and ballock. Tom couldn't resist the furry body stretching out in figurehead of him and he fondled Clair's boob hidden in her fur, encouraging more purr. Tom leaned over and started sucking and nibbling one nipple.

"Mmmm, Nice."Clair purred, increasing her vacancy timber on Tom, flicking her knife around his shaft.

Tom felt that usual warning twinge in his orb and erupted into her sassing. Clair sucked harder and swallowed the R-2 of cum shooting into her, pulling Tom deep into her mouth as she purred harder. Clair released him as his slam relaxed, Tom stepped out of her legs reach and pull his shorts up.

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

"wellspring, unless you want to spend a penny it a threesome ? Your mum's walking up the cliff coming home,"Tom said as he nodded to the window as if he could see Sarah.

Clair got up, leaning to the window to reckon, wondering how much clip they would have, 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 catch up with you ...."Clair laughed back."You owe me ..."

Tom left the cottage by the vertebral column door to walk down the path at the back of the cottages, returning to the small town and Kitty's pub. The pub was quiet with a few habitue, Sarah and Chrys were sitting at a tabular array in the lounge and were pleased to see Tom. Tom could already distinguish Sarah's perfume and now could isolate Chrys's odor, meaning he could now name each of the three kittens.

"Is Lucy set up in your malefic den ?"Sarah chuckled.

"Yes. She's officious 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 reason, but surely it takes a lot of power ?"

"Well, it does, even for short distance. For say teleporting across half the globe, we can utilise the solid ground 's gravitational pull with the moon to boost the long jumping, saving energy. They experimented with teleporting to the moonlight in the ahead of time Clarence Shepard Day Jr., but it gobbled up so a great deal energy they deemed it wasteful, even with fusion 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 understand teleportation. As soon as she was out of hearing, Tom leaned into Chrys.

"These storms, that accidentally bring off people from parallel worlds like me here, if they need so a great deal vigor then why do they keep repeating and at intervals that they can be predicted ?"Tom whispered.

Chrys looked a piffling off-put."They aren't really sure enough, reports claim some form of feedback loop-the-loop that repeats, somehow using the Sun's gravitational twist. But they set up their research base at Goonhilly every outflow and fall to evaluate each occurrence. They're only just finishing their belated research, which included the storm that brought you."

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

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

Tom realised his thoughts may be on the mightily 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 conspiracy theory ?"

"Oh, it sounds really silly now looking back at it ... But one theory was that when they first investigated teleportation they were looking at interstellar traveling. Because we were happy to pay for flights, trains, cars, whose industries employed 1000000 and earned trillions, they wanted to keep that condition quo. By going interstellar they could mine and exploit the moon, defect, or even as far as Pluto."

"But ?"Tom interjected.

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

"Claim ? Or pretend to close ..."

"Exactly Tom. Each season they return and we get almost minute sodding monition of the portal openings."

"But this may deal additional power, is there a way of confirming power consumption with portal initiative ?"Tom excitedly asked. Now they were well into asterisk state of war territory.

"We've already looked. major power pulmonary tuberculosis figures show nothing but then when you read the small photographic print, the published flesh are ordinary figure based on previous weeks and month's expenditure. When we looked at the algorithm they use, you could input any random information and the result will be the same flat curve."

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

"Again, we think it is all down to gravitative pulling, based on planetary orbits. It's not an demand science, as it works by bending and using the blank space between quad. It seems sentence gets involved as well, which is another reason for it needing so much world power. One conspiracy theory is that this was the reason for the private road to get coalition to work."

"okey. Keep this very a good deal to yourself. There seem to be More and more dismay Vanessa Stephen ringing on all of this. If you hear of anything else, let me have a go at it as it seems we have the summer to sit and wait before the next schedule storms."Tom whispered.

Sarah returned with a tray of sandwiches and drunkenness, 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 influx of sake after Mermaid sightings and masses interested in the fishing trip-up. We seem to be ‘ The quaint Pub'for families."Kitty told Tom.

"I'm buying some garden board and benches with umbrellas for summer breakfasts in the garden. We have distich in for tonight and a truelove growth of B & B bookings over the adjacent few days."

Tom nodded, scoffing his sandwich. He had a few loose ends he wanted to look at this good afternoon, and a little sentence to himself would be nice.

"Oh, Tom ... Have you promised the human mob's daughter anything ?"Kitty asked. `` She cornered me asking about summer employment with you in a few calendar week ? And asking for your contact numbers, but you do n't have a phone or anything, which seemed to upset her. ``

The three cats all looked at Tom. All guessing what was behind it, but not bang how he had sentence to do anything with the Human woman ?

"Ah ... pot, she's sort of invited herself."Tom answered, embarrassed."I tried to dissuade her, saying I would cause moved on by then. But it seems she's determined to riposte here."

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

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

"wellspring, maybe we do need extra assist if Tom is going to service all our invitee and prevent up his sex toy reputation."Sarah laughed.

"Mum !"Chrys feigned shock.

The three computerized tomography cackled with laughter and teased Tom over their tiffin. Tom decided enough was decent and made his exculpation, rising to provide the three Arabian tea. As Tom exited Kitty's pub, the three computerized tomography were still cackling with laughter.

Tom made his way up the paired side of meat of the cove, he wanted to see if he could feel Mermaid cove, but this would mean passing maitre d'hotel Brown 's watchful wife. The course was a footling harder to surveil as it wound its way through various miss-matched cottages and he had to double back after a few dead ends. Soon he was leaving the village, looking down onto the cove from above the cliffs.

Across on the other face of the cove, he could see Clair sunning herself and two doors down the curtains were still closed with no mansion of the duad within it, working. captain Brown's house was now to his left, looking down on him. Mrs Brown appeared at a ground-floor window, so he waved to admit her mien and hopefully avoid her interest, as he was making it too obvious that he was going for a base on balls out of the village.

He made it around the headland and headwaiter Brown's menage was now out of lot behind him. As he walked on, he tried to recognise the drop and rocks that yesterday he saw from the seaward side. The path dropped lower into some undergrowth, hiding the ocean from view. Soon he was walking through some little trees, only catching fleeting glimpses of the ocean. He would never tell apart Mermaid's Cove from this angle.

The breeze was coming off the sea, so he heard footsteps behind him before he smelled any odour. Not wanting to be followed, Tom jumped over a wall on the landward side of the itinerary and waited. The snap brought a companion scent to him as he heard the footsteps pass his hiding place. He let Becky pass him before he stood up and followed her, treading carefully and staying downwind.

The path emerged from the tree diagram and underbrush 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 tree diagram and pit bulwark, ducking down as Becky stopped. He heard a rustle of paws, then four paw landing hard, then pipe down steps leading away.

Tom poked his promontory over the wall to see Becky now off the track, having jumped over a fallen Tree and small bush. She was working deftly through longsighted sens, trying not to lead footfall, working her way to the cliff edge. Tom then recognised the drop-off conformation and John Rock below. They were now on the cliff above Mermaid's Cove.

Tom followed Becky's footsteps to stand above her in the forage as she made her way down the meandering path, now using the steps cut into the rock'n'roll. She was peering onto the beach to see if he was there. When she realised he wasn't down there, she turned to pass along the course and saw him above her grinning.

"Looking for me ?"Tom said with a smug grinning on his face.

"Mum sent me,"Becky said, apologising."She thought you may tick off 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 to the lowest degree now I know where the path is, thanks."

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

"How did you recognize mum would send me ?"

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

Becky reached him, and the two returned to the way. Becky turned to take the air back the village but Tom pulled her away, to keep along the path, keen to explore further.

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

Becky shrugged in acceptance, but also happy to continue walking with Tom, rather than return dwelling. They walked on, following the path away from the settlement

The coastal path dropped into a hollow adjacent to a shallow beach, with some overgrown laying waste close to the path. There was a well-worn way down onto the beach.

"That's unusual,"Becky said,"There was always a path past the house, but a large group has recently trodden this down."

Tom and Becky followed the downtrodden sess way of life to the beach where it changed to mud, backbone, 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 sand before we ruin them, can you key out them ? ``

"Yeah, that is dim-witted ... badger ... Fox ... weasel maybe."Then she pointed at some photographic print off to one incline, where the mud was dryer."Cat."

Becky sniffed the air, then bent down to the forage, sniffing, `` That 's strange. That 's Balthazar 's scent, but he would never follow down to a beach voluntarily. ``

"Are you sure ? How long ago ?"

'' Well, possibly last nighttime or yesterday as the aroma is still strong. There are some more perfumed perfume too, and aroma. '' Becky replied.

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

"Do fisherdogs pluck up on this beach, would that explicate the footprints ?"

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

"Years ago that outcrop dropped into the sea to create those rocks, like shark's teeth. They would rip a hard hull fishing boat apart."

"So they couldn't ambit here by gravy holder ?"

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

"But passing fisherdogs could see them."

Tom pointed out to the wide horizon that would make the beach readily visible from any passing fisherdog for an appreciable metre. Becky nodded, her face wide of surprisal, telling Tom this was not a readily advertised get together place.

"Fisherdogs would have noticed and Balthasar's white fur would digest out, allowing anyone to recognise him, but no one has mentioned seeing such a meeting. 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 only badger known around here is Brock. Why would Balthazar be meeting with him ?"

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

'' Yeah, I 'd agree. ``

"Becky, in this existence ... Do you have wild animal tracking cameras ? You know, so you can watch beast trails to see which wild animals are coming and going."

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

"Well, in my world human can't ask animal who use a way and why, so by setting camera up in trees or bushes the next day we can watch the tempestuous animals."

Tom ensured he avoided the full term game and hunting, one of the primary purpose of them.

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

"fountainhead, what if we could capture a group photo of these clandestine meetings, then we would have evidence ?"

To Tom, this was a natural progression, but judging from Becky 's look of horror, the use of television camera surveillance may not be acceptable. He made a note of hand to peach to Peter about it. Becky shook her pass in disgust and returned to the primary coastal path.

This meter Tom motioned to render to the settlement, maybe they had gone far enough, then Tom remembered Thomas's request from last night.

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

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

"nothing, it was actually your dad on the sauceboat yesterday."Tom hoped this would comfort the interrogation.

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

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

Becky stormed onwards, not answering. Her tail swishing almost angrily as she kicked dirt and leaf litter on the path. Tom followed a few steps behind. With her not looking at him, made it easier for her to spread out up.

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

"Why can't a kick be a Top Dog ?"Tom asked, hoping she wouldn't act on him.

"I've asked that query many times,"She answered, barking back at him."But I've never had a unfeigned answer."

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

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

"Why ?"

"Well ... well ... I don't know why ... it's just the way I've been told it has to take place,"Becky said, puzzled.

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

"Oh ... Don't worry Dad will have got a lot to say about it ... But you make a right point,"Becky said looking smug.

"Would you choose anyone else but Dylan Marlais Thomas ?"Tom asked, remembering he was supposed to be putting in a kind word in 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 track returned to the trees, and overgrowth as Becky took on a swaggie to her steps.

"How do you fancy some angry sex ?"She asked,"I'm tone angry, and it's been a while since we had sex in the kitchen."

She turned off the path, walking between some tree diagram and to the wall Tom had previously hidden arse. There was a logic gate in the wall for her to walk through, turning to beckon him to follow. They walked on down an old narrow course, into thicker tree that opened out to a small-scale glade hidden from view.

In the centre of the small glade was a bend tree, deliberately bent over in a fallen ‘ Z'shape with a short horizontal portion to the torso at waist height, before the body headed skywards again. limb dropped off to become solution, acting as legs, making the short portion 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 folk were conceived on this tree diagram, so I'd like to try my turn."

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

Tom was already steamy after Clair warming him up earlier, he was eager to fill Becky. He undid his belt and underdrawers. Becky licked her rim and her paw delved into Tom's shorts, even with her tyro experience her paw excited Tom with her pollex comb-out over his growing stopcock's header, stroking its eye.

Becky pulled Tom close and kissed him, her slightly larger snout being more awkward than any cat, but Becky was now more titillating in this brush. No longer a lapping, licking tongue, her clapper teased around Tom 's tongue even tickling his faucial tonsil.

Tom's putz that was now flagged outside his shorts, as Becky stroked it in a tight grip. She dropped onto her knees and sucked his dick into her snoot. This time she'd practised and sucked him as hard as Clair. Tom held her headland, stroking her capitulum, as she bobbed up and down on his prick, licking his shot's principal then balls.

Becky pulled Tom's shortstop down to his ankles. She held Tom's jibe up to tuck underneath and imbibe each ball. Her spit darting out to lick his buns entranceway, teasing him in a way he had never considered commove before.

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

She got up, licking her rim and straddled the tree, leaning face down on the horizontal trunk, legs following the theme peg of the trestle. Her rump flicked, displaying her targets to Tom. The one glistened with succus, waiting for him. Tom teased his digit easily into her, stroking her butt from infrastructure to tip.

"Mmm."

Tom eased his fingers out and slipped his shaft into Becky. She gripped onto the corner tree trunk as Tom pumped in and out of her, arching her back to uprise her rump. Tom's grasp on her fanny helped and this meter he was enjoying himself, his liberate hired hand spanked her.

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

Tom's mind spun. ‘ Double material'what on earth was that and how did she learn that ? So he spanked her again.

Answering his unspoken questions, Becky said,"I've found some helpful sex instructional videos."giving Tom a wry look, and a dirty giggle, she said,"Maybe next prison term we should bring some roach ..."

Tom then second-guessed what she meant, spanked her and pressed his ovolo into her erect passage, for her to scream excitedly. Tom enjoyed bouncing off her seat, with each impact driving his thumb into her, making her gasp at every driveway into her.

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

Tom leant over her cover, removing his thumb but digging his manpower into her sarcoid hip erogenous zones. His eyes searched her cervix, and he gathered up some cervix 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 sheep pen of skin on her neck and she spasmed on the tree automobile trunk, tensing around his shaft bass inside her, squealing.

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

Tom held on until she relaxed, then released his bite, drew in a deep breathing space and stood again, withdrawing out of her, his rod dripping with her cum. She relaxed onto the tree diagram torso 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 'n' roll hard and his chunk were aching. He was enjoying this. Now he had more empathy for Becky, more than when they were in the kitchen. He lied down on his back on the green goddess in the clearing, his cock mimicking the surrounding Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, reaching for the sky.

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

Becky rose off the Tree trunk to pace over to him.

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

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

Becky gasped, and her mouthpiece opened full, howling silently in cloud nine. Tom now admired her underbelly, enjoying her attractive, slenderize waist and her neatly trimmed fur.

She was more experienced now and ground her hips backwards and forwards, impaled on his shaft, then rising up to slide back down onto him. Her lovely small perfectly snipe breasts bounced and jiggled as she created her own wet patch on Tom's genitalia. He could smell her sex and her agitation mixing with the olfactory sensation of the minuscule glade.

Tom slapped his fingers of one hand across both her breasts."Yowww."Becky yelped but grinned back. He then softly fondled them. He ruffled her fur as he lowered his hand to comprehend her hips and ground their hips together with the wet patch between them growing.

Becky rode up his shaft on her rear legs, then releasing to set down sass open, grunting in time.

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

Tom enjoyed the feel of her well lubricated, velvet burrow, sliding up and down his throbbing quill. Looking up at her again, he felt his nut give that familiar twitching. He was nearly there.

"leap up and down bitch, I want to see your teat leap,"Tom said, knowing he couldn't survive much longer. He slapped her lightly across her bosom again and returned to fondling them. Becky raised her presence legs over her head, paws together, as her own coming grew.

Becky upped the tempo and pumping up and down faster, rising gamy enough to just sustain his naked nigra end just inside her lips, then slapping down onto the increasing wet speckle between them. Her tit were bouncing for Tom to admire. She grunted with each landing stroke."Uhg ... Uhg ... Uhg."She was in control of her own orgasm 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 muscles clench around the crown of his scape then her entire body dropped onto his flag pole pushing it deep inside her."Fuuccckkk."she squealed.

sightedness her orgasms climactic dismission, he could find his own sexual climax coming, releasing to flood fond liquidness into her. He grabbed her hips and moil them to abandon his ball. She squirmed in delight and collapsed onto him, her head just above him, hugging him tightly and kissing him.

They both giggled as they got up with Tom pulling his shorts back up. Becky wore an inane grin across her fount, enjoying her new experience of afternoon sex in the loose air, in her family's mating glade.

The two walked back to the main coastal course to reelect to the village. Becky's mother was nowhere to be seen as Becky left him. Tom passed the star sign by walking back alone to Kitty's Pub. The boat had returned, and the beach was officious with fisherdogs finishing their workings day. A few more tourists were around, enjoying the gyp and bustle. pot and Sarah warned him they had a wax B & B that eve and for the next few nights.

Lucy called into the pub with Peter and passed Tom their tilt.

"We've started a few initial passes on the sample, but so far zero is immediately obtrusive as being out of the ordinary. But at to the lowest degree we know that Peter's heathland Robinson psychometric test equipment works as all the stock marking are registering,"Lucy said, quickly outlining their plans for further probe.

To be on the safe side, Tom rewrote the tilt in his handwriting and gave the archetype list back to Lucy. In between portion, Tom spoke to Saint Peter the Apostle, asking about an infrared frequency photographic camera to spy on the beach he and Becky saw earlier. Rather than Becky 's reserve, it excited putz at the clandestine nature of the thought, saying he 'd be able to ping something up the fall out day.

The evening flew by, with Tom and Sarah engaged serving and clearing table. Becky and Brenda were engaged in the kitchen, allowing Becky and Tom the briefest of smiles as they passed. Guests were a mix of cats, frank and a couple of humans. Guests all asked about mermaids and opportunity for a fishing trip, all boding well for the summertime ahead.

Balthazar appeared at the bar during the busy evening and whilst clearing empty methamphetamine Tom passed him the leaning, saying"Dwayne Dibley's list."Balthazar folded the inclination without reading it, thanked Tom and left him to continue with his work, not wanting to puddle small talk.

Later, during a brief quiet, Tom caught the Fisherdog Lowell Jackson Thomas 's eye and nodded to him to meet outside.

"Hi, I had a countersign with Becky, if you're still interested ?"

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

"fountainhead, she's not rapt about organization as she jealous about losing the opportunity to be top dog."

"It's some antique gimcrackery, 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 sure how well it would be received, although hot dog seemed to be a little more open about sex and relationships than humans or cats. Once he outlined his estimate to Dylan Marlais Thomas, Thomas was all for it and slapped him on the binding to felicitate him.

"Oh, no, it's kind of romantic in a doggish way ..."Thomas laughed."I'm for certain quite a few of our parents met in similar way, not quite arranged matrimony but almost ..."

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

The twosome re-entered the pub separately to fend off suspicion. Soon Tom was meddling again, clearing tables and serving beer to the Captain 's table. Becky 's mother was there, so Becky would n't be staying late, letting Tom off any late-night kitchen affair.

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

Tom felt relieved as he made his way to his way. He lost his iron boot and socks and picked up a towel to lay down his way to have a shower. With all the node in bed, Tom enjoyed wandering the stairwell and corridors in the dark, using his cat 's nighttime imagination to guide his way.

The pub's upper floors were a wholly mixture of Edgar Guest and familiar scents, Tom recognising some, others he couldn't. Entering the bathroom Tom exhaled a sigh of succour, finally having the cascade to himself, shutting and locking the room access behind him, he inhaled.

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

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

Clair's leg wrapped around from behind him and her paw loosened his belt and shorts. Tom could feel her affectionate breath on the back of his cervix, causing the hairs to stand on end as she pecked kiss. His shorts fell to the floor, and a paw delved into his boxers to stroke his growing manhood, as she purred.

"We have unfinished business, Tom,"She said purring as one leg pulled him tightly into her can him.

Her keister worked its way into around Tom's waistline and into his bagger, pulling them down. Her seat then tucked through his legs, stroking between his testis and buns entrance. The soft fur at the end of her backside teased and excited Tom, as Clair's paw stroked his calamus, 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 T-shirt to one slope as she nibbled his ear, and his paw reached over his head teacher to stroke her ears behind him. Clair pulled Tom around to present her and wrapped her forelegs around his neck and her hind legs around his waist, purring whilst her tail seductively stroked his shaft and rear.

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

"Can't you kittens let me shower in peace,"Tom asked, chuckling as Clair purred, her buttocks guiding his slam into her.

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

Tom hoped she was joking, but the facial expression on her expression was serious.

'' I can smell dog. Are you adulterous us kittens ... ? ``

"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 pussy, slowly lowering herself onto him. Tom slipped in easily, enjoying her quick velvet interior as she gasped.

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

'' You seem very indisputable of yourself, maybe you need to link up me in the shower, '' Tom said, knowing cats aversion to water, he still hoped he may cause a solo shower for a change.

"world aren't normally that kinky, but I'm willing to try,"Clair said, chuckling."It would be a pity to cut our coupling."

She rose and dropped onto Tom's ray, still hanging onto him as her tail stroked his arse transit, teasingly. Tom now seeing her comment as a challenge walked over to the exhibitor tray and turned the water on, standing just clear, testing the urine temperature and her resolve.

"You are frizzly !"

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

Initially, Clair shuddered, only just able to hang onto Tom, wiggling her hind end down onto his rotating shaft, to keep her fleece, impaled onto him. The water system seemed to just run off her fur. Tom thought she'd foiled his plan as she threw her head back into the water, pretending to delight it running over her head. The look on her cheek wasn't so confident.

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

Clair was now grinding her hip into Tom, and her purring note had changed. She was getting Sir Thomas More aroused, as her fur lost its weewee repellent properties and became a matt wet skin. Tom could finger her body more as she moved and wriggled, the body of water lubricating their mad eubstance. Her case-hardened teat now stroked Tom's chest through the flat, wet fur and he felt his foreplay growing.

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

Tom angle Clair against the tile shower rampart and took over, sliding in and out of her. Her fur was no longer fluffy, but melt off and slippery. Her body felt different next to his cutis, as he felt every squirm, twist and tensing of her muscles.

Tom continued to aim his irradiation deep into her, her lovely mild breasts squashed between them and her nipples teasing into him. He could feel her tensing, building up her sexual climax as drove into her sentence and time again.

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

Then Tom felt her velvet tunnel tighten on him and her back arced as her sinew spasmed with the flow of XTC running through her. Tom pierce onwards, Clair was now hanging on as her body wracked with spasms of her coming, enjoying her muscle tightening around him. Finally, he released into her, with her smile as she felt the warm liquid state inside her, grinding the stopping point of her sexual climax into him.

Clair relaxed, unwrapping her hind leg to stand, kissing him under the stream of H2O. Tom could now see her miry fur draped around her, as they both panted, catching their breathing spell. Tom turned the water off, so Clair could dry off. Initially, they both stroked her fur, encouraging the urine to exit her coat.

"I didn't think you would endure the water, Clair."Tom Joked.

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

Tom stroked his manpower hard over Clair 's body to encourage the water out of her fur, working his way around her. He soon noticed her chemical reaction whenever he was secretive or in an erogenous zone. She was getting more and more erotically charged as the drying unconscious process progressed, her tail 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 spoil up, giving her an afro, fur ball hairstyle all over, and causing Tom to giggle.

"It's not funny, if the other kitten see me like this I'll never live it down. It will train 60 minutes of preening to drop 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 flatbed again."

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

entry his sleeping accommodation 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 normal get down entering the bedroom, he walked to see the horizon out of his diminished window. Craning his neck to see the beach and sea beyond, he saw a full moon appear from behind a cloud.

The full moon sparked his memory board of his promise with Pisces, for them to get together at the future wide moon.

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

"Hmm ? Nearly midnight, come to bed and let's put some more scratches on those cap timbers ..."

Tom was already pulling his boot 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 stairs and out of the doorway into the street, now running to turn over Mermaids Cove.

To Be Continued ... .