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This chapter is a little longer than previous to link piece of the narration and get to up for the relapse in time since publishing chapter 7.

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Tom woke hearing Kitty and Sarah rising to start their day through the adjoining wall. Lucy was still curled up asleep on her student's intimate clock. Tom hated leaving her, but he had work to do. He unravelled himself from Lucy and slowly dressed. Timing his leaving the elbow room as Kitty and Sarah passed on the landing place, the three smiling and Sarah nodding a silent laugh at Lucy curled up asleep on the bed behind him.

Tom felt refreshed in his fairly new clothes, welcoming Brenda's breakfast smell omitting from the kitchen as he walked down the stairs. Now he could tell all the component she was preparing and identifying her scent. The four of them sat discussing the previous day and Tom feeling a piddling hungover from all the celebratory beers brought him utmost Night.

Several cup of tea and Brenda's hearty breakfast later, he got to work pose board. Stepping away to check the weather condition, even the busiest fisherdog found metre to wish Tom well. With another shiny warm morning, Tom started bringing tables and president outside for the human family.

"I think we'll have to advertise breakfasts in the garden,"Kitty said laughing through the bar's afford door."We're already having a wealth of enquiry from electric potential node and a waiting list of turn in captains wanting to captain any fishing slip available !"

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

The lounge door opened to secrete little Stevie pulling his mother to the table, excited to check the boats one last time. His founder looked the way Tom felt earlier and seeing the daggers his wife was throwing at him with her eyes, she wasn't impressed.

Once again everyone's regard 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 essence 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,"headwaiter Brown said, as he made his way down the beach.

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

"Can I change my order ?"Came the dulcet timbre 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 cause challenger when I return ... What's your earphone number ?"

"Err, I don't have a sound, I lost it in a violent storm a week ago, when I was walking,"Tom answered, dreading having her returning and being a gem around his neck opening, especially with the freedom he seemed to have with the villagers and their offspring. He wouldn't want to turn a loss his Sex Toy moniker.

Thankfully, Sarah came through with teas and umber to cut the daughter forgetful 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 give Brenda their cooked choices, Tom saw Lucy sat having a cup of tea and some toast.

"Not a first light kitten ?"Tom joked.

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

"headwaiter 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 farther chance to corner Tom. As soon as the human race returned to their way, Tom cleared the mesa and brought the piece of furniture back inside the pub.

Rather than loiter around in the public expanse, Tom hid in the kitchen enjoying a cup of tea with Brenda and Lucy, to avoid any tactical play by the leaving family's daughter. Then Kitty popped her head around the door.

"Tom, Lucy ! police captain Robert Brown is here for you ?"

Tom and Lucy sank their crapulence and followed Kitty out to the bar to meet Captain Brown.

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

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

"It's dependable if we can enter the cottage using the plunk for doorway. The cottages can be seen from the entire Greenwich Village and anyone could see us to entering an empty cottage."

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

They turned off the clifftop path to header inland, then once passed the end of the bungalow row, turned up the overgrown way along the back gardens. Counting the spine threshold as they walked until they reached the appointed cottage This one had a low garden gate in the rampart and a path leading up to the backwards door, making it less obvious that there would be unconstipated ft traffic over the future few days or even calendar week, to the void cottage.

At the door, sea captain brown told the threshold, `` Top Dog headwaiter Brown, opened bungalow. ``

They heard a suction stop as the lock released and they followed Captain Robert Brown into the menage, as ignitor turned on interior. Lucy went to pull the curtains back.

"Err no sorry Lucy, undefended curtains show tenancy, this is still an empty cottage for all purpose purposes, cloak and dagger I'm afraid,"Tom asked, to hear maitre d' Brown tut.

'' Add a new individual to tear down five memory access, public figure Tom, '' police captain Brown said to no one in particular.

'' Tom confirmed. Tom, please utter clearly ? '' The home electronic computer requested.

"Hi, I'm Tom."

'' Add a new person to point eight access, name Lucy, '' Captain John Brown repeated the process.

'' Lucy confirmed. Lucy, please speak clearly ? '' The theater computer requested.

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

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

'' Lucy will need to approach the internet and her profiles 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 listing of equipment you need as soon as you can."

captain Brown went to leave by the strawman door, but then realised and turned to leave from the binding, giving Tom a glance of despair. Once the back threshold closed behind him, Lucy burst with a barrage of exciting ideas.

"This is pure Tom, we can install all the instruments here. We need to get Peter on instrument panel as soon as possible. We can run simulations in the bedchamber, with matching setup. ``

'' Whoa hold on there, we 're not sure of our budget yet. Let 's get a list of the minimum of'A'tier equipment we need for the initial evaluation first. Then let 's see what the kickback is from that initial cost, and then maybe we 'll postulate to draft a mo leaning of'B'grade geartrain. I'm not convert Balthazar is as community-spirited as he should be. '' Tom interrupted Lucy.

"What do you intend by that ?"

'' Well, he was quick to take the evidence away with him and possibly straight back to the IGC fold it came from, '' Tom explained."This smacks of corruption at a high degree 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 get putz and bring him into our fiddling team."Tom reminded her."He can be Q"

Lucy looked at him questioningly."What ?"

"Haha, when we have metre I will severalize you all about St. James the Apostle Bond in our world. Q was his quartermaster, equipping him with marvellous gadgets and railway car, which seem apt for Peter."

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

She chuckled again, willing to accommodate Tom's paranoia. They left the house by the backward doorway and returned down the back itinerary, then followed the cross-country way 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 shouldn't have crossed the species boundary, but if you did n't give nanobots, then there was nix to change over that off."Lucy pondered.

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

'' There 's no record of it that I 've seen. But then none have met a cat or dog on hotness on their outset day. Maybe that was the catalyst ? We wo n't sleep together until I look at a sampling of your line of descent and DNA Tom. ``

"O.K., so long as the cognitive content of that yellow box are our priority. If you can discover anything in the meantime is a bonus."

'' About two years ago they upgraded all nanobots for the outset sentence in tenner. They undertook all the peer revues and trials, but maybe they never considered someone who did n't give existing nanobots already show. There were papers written about possible English core, but none considered someone from a analog creation turning up."

Lucy had diverted them off the cross-country path and up another running game along the ridgeline of the valley. They caught glimpses of the Greenwich Village below through trees and hedges. It amazed Tom that even walking on two pegleg Lucy showed a feline grace, even when skipping over a style along the path. Lucy turned to charm him admiring her, then watched him attempt to replicate her and fail.

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

The track dropped down the valley slightly to the book binding of some cottage and in the dorsum of one was Peter, who sat at a table, reading in the sunshine.

'' Hi, Peter, 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 path to open the gate in the low wall.

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

"Thankfully, I had the sensation not to drink 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 occupy to discourse. There is Thomas More to the rescue of Pisces taradiddle than you may know."

Tom and Lucy sat down at St. Peter's garden table and then explained all about the patch behind the entrapment of Fish in the Cancer the Crab pot and the yellow box recovered from Tor rock. He explained his theory of the IGC and once again had to play the ‘ hide the gemstone in his clenched fist'secret plan to prove his point.

The habitant of this world were too trusting, almost naïve. Tom pondered how they would outlast in his world, with all the e-mail, headphone and street scam around. As they explained the flock Tom had agreed with sea captain John Brown and Balthazar Peter's enchantment grew as he burst with excitement ...

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

Peter grabbed a pen and pad and started scribbling notes, talking to himself, with Lucy nodding in agreement to the technological equipment he was listing out. Tom had to wave his hand over the newspaper publisher to attract prick's attention back to him.

"The trouble is peter, with the potential drop of one or more than moles in the IGC we can't purchase, search or log into any mesh or highlight that we are investigating inherited material."

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

"That 's ok, we can alter an agricultural nanosensor wave scanner, plus use some off the shelf diagnostic equipment."prick 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 research by limiting the budget."

"Haha, you kitty are so straight ... How do you reckon I managed both midterm exam and end of terminal figure experiments ? You don't think I collected all that data in the trammel time they allocated to us in the labs, did you ? I built exactly what we need in my student lodgings ... I brought it all place with me and everything we need is in box seat in my bedroom."Peter beamed at Lucy as he proudly announcing his achievement.

"But that would have cost you way more than your student concession ?"Lucy gasped.

"Haha, I sold the data to the other students, which is how they could all continue partying whilst we studied. I made a clean up 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 root. I added in some variables so everyone's data has sufficiency random spread they won't be able to exact piracy and scholar get roughly the scads expected of them, only giving a few higher paying students a boost. Otherwise, it would raise a few supercilium if we all aced our exams."

Lucy jumped out of her chair at him and kissed him, causing him to blush."You sly fox, you deserve a medallion. So let's see what we need, what we have, and then we can still chip in Balthasar a inclination of purchases, even if we don't need it."

Tom jumped into the conversation."What if the list we give of purchases is false, so any other geneticist reviewing the items will think we are looking up the wrong track, so will key cypher and then no one will look at us a threat ?"

The three all laughed at their magnificence, Peter led them up to his chamber and they all carried down various loge of electronics back out into the garden. Immediately Lucy and Peter began sorting through the boxes to make two distinct peck, with Lucy tutting and giving shaft disapproving looks every time they added something to the smaller pile.

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

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

"If the market demands, any good entrepreneur would fill any demand."Peter tried to explain."Plus hike up my tier at the same time."

The pair made an inventory of everything in the larger stack, making a new lean and ticking items and equivalents off Peter 's pilot inclination. Tom was impressed with his merry lot of spymasters, working enthusiastically with technology he could n't even pretend to comprehend.

"Apart from some wires, jade and screens, we have everything here, but we can do preliminary scans."Lucy excitedly told Tom,"Which means we can give Balthazar a false leaning of item that will let in items we can use to investigate your blood and DNA at the same time."

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

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

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

Lucy giggled at the feeling, seeing Tom roll his eyes, not finding it funny.

Tom went on to explicate."What I'm worried about is contamination of the samples. I think it gives us two problems ..."

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

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

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

"We do n't even demand to afford any sample bottleful. All testing is done using scanners, whether sampling or diagnosing the nanobots. If we had the right equipment, we could even program the nanobots remotely."Peter explained and then reeled off the technicality as Tom halted him.

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

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

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

"Ahh, well, we may have to make two trips, as we can't be seen using the cottage. This is all top secret on a penury to eff basis dick. We'll need to go return by the way we came up, on the paths."

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

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

Inside the cottage, Lucy started arranging equipment as prick and Tom returned to Peter 's theater to make for the sleep. Saint Peter the Apostle on the manner of walking back excitedly thanks Tom for including him in the task and giving him the chance to work with Lucy again. Once back at Saint Peter the Apostle's planetary house, Peter added some note and reference record book to the pile, and the two carried it all back to Q's lair.

Peter and Lucy were in their element, shuffling equipment around, busying themselves, muttering to each other which sequence they would run first, second and parameters, both scribbling bill and nodding in arrangement. Tom was very much superfluous to all this, and he had other things on his thinker, so made his self-justification and left.

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

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

He heard a voice echo back, a padding noise of paws on floor board, and one of the two remaining trine appeared, although Tom didn't know which one. It surprised her to see him at the back room access, rather than the battlefront.

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

Not being for sure which triplet she was, Tom wasn't sure if his question would stimulate offence ...

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh, is that all ? fountainhead, OK, but first I have a trivial task that needs a man's aid if you do n't mind ?"She asked.

"Oh, of row, anything to aid,"Tom answered glad to help, stepping into the firm and closing the door behind him."Lead the way."

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

Tom was stupefied, not seeing any problem in the ceiling, and stepped closer. It wasn't as if there were any perch electric light to interchange. As he reached the end of the bed, the kitten grabbed him with her hand and Tom felt her nipper grasp 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 belt and shorts."The kitten demanded.

"What ?"Tom queried.

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

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

The kitten's fundament came over her physical structure to stroke his expression and run down his chest, to fluff his crotch. Knowing he couldn't escape the pincer piercing his shorts holding him, Tom unfastened his shorts. She withdrew her pincer to pull down his shorts and boxers, freeing up his growing fellow member to fall through down onto her face. The kitten's heart widened as she wrapped her lips around Tom's shaft head and licked and suck it.

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

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

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

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

"But that was the inference ... Oh well, never mind ... I'm going to have to get word to tell you kitten apart."Tom laughed.

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

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

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

"Mmmm, Nice."Clair purred, increasing her vacuity lineament on Tom, flicking her glossa around his shaft.

Tom felt that usual admonition pang in his glob and erupted into her rima oris. Clair sucked harder and swallowed the circle of cum shooting into her, pulling Tom deep into her mouth 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 niggling dejected."You've not satisfied me ..."

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

Clair got up, leaning to the window to bet, wondering how much prison term they would birth, as Tom backtracked to the doorway.

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

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

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

Tom left the bungalow by the backrest threshold to take the air down the way of life at the back of the cottage, returning to the village and pot's pub. The pub was quiet with a few regulars, Sarah and Chrys were sitting at a mesa in the lounge and were pleased to see Tom. Tom could already distinguish Sarah's scent and now could insulate Chrys's odor, significance he could now identify each of the three kittens.

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

"Yes. She's occupy working on the job,"Tom answered.

"Chrys, can I ask you about NATO ?"Tom asked, then seeing her nod he continued."I'm sure the triviality of teleportation are way outside my understanding, but surely it takes a lot of major power ?"

"Well, it does, even for short distances. For say teleporting across half the globe, we can utilise the earth 's gravitational puff with the moonshine to boost the retentive parachuting, saving energy. They experimented with teleporting to the moon in the early days, but it gobbled up so much energy they deemed it uneconomical, even with spinal fusion power."Chrys excitedly answered.

Sarah cut into the conversation,"Tom, Brenda is making us up some sandwiches, would you go for 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 violent storm, that accidentally bring off people from parallel of latitude populace like me here, if they need so much energy then why do they keep repeating and at separation that they can be predicted ?"Tom whispered.

Chrys looked a little off-put."They aren't really certainly, paper claim some kind of feedback loop that repeats, somehow using the Sun's gravitational pull. But they set up their research foot at Goonhilly every saltation and autumn to evaluate each occurrence. They're only just finishing their latest 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 melodic phrase of mentation. They publish very little of their findings."

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

"Oh, it sounds really silly now looking back at it ... But one possibility was that when they first investigated teleportation they were looking at interstellar travel. Because we were glad to pay for flights, trains, cars, whose industriousness employed million and pull in trillions, they wanted to keep that status quo. By going interstellar they could mine and work the Moon, Red Planet, or even as far as Pluto."

"But ?"Tom interjected.

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

"Claim ? Or feign to shut down ..."

"Exactly Tom. Each time of year they return and we get almost minute perfect warnings of the portal openings."

"But this may train extra tycoon, is there a way of confirming power consumption with portal initiative ?"Tom excitedly asked. Now they were well into Star Wars territory.

"We've already looked. world power pulmonary tuberculosis build show zip but then when you read the small photographic print, the published figures are ordinary figure based on old week and month's consumptions. When we looked at the algorithm they use, you could input any random data point and the upshot will be the Sami insipid curve."

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

"Again, we think it is all down to gravitational pulls, based on erratic reach. It's not an exact scientific discipline, as it works by bending and using the distance between space. It seems time gets involved as well, which is another reason for it needing so much power. One conspiracy theory is that this was the grounds for the private road to get merger to work."

"OK. Keep this very a great deal to yourself. There seem to be Thomas More and more alarm clock bells ringing on all of this. If you hear of anything else, let me know as it seems we have the summer to sit and wait before the next scheduled storms."Tom whispered.

Sarah returned with a tray of sandwiches and drinks, 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 interest group after Mermaid sightings and masses interested in the fishing trips. We seem to be ‘ The quaint Pub'for families."kitten told Tom.

"I'm buying some garden board and judiciary with umbrellas for summertime breakfasts in the garden. We have match in for tonight and a steady increase 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 afternoon, and a little time to himself would be nice.

"Oh, Tom ... Have you promised the human fellowship's daughter anything ?"jackpot asked. `` She cornered me asking about summer study with you in a few workweek ? And asking for your contact act, but you do n't give a speech sound or anything, which seemed to upset her. ``

The three computerized axial tomography all looked at Tom. All guessing what was behind it, but not have it off how he had time to do anything with the Human woman ?

"Ah ... pool, she's sort of call for herself."Tom answered, embarrassed."I tried to dissuade her, saying I would possess moved on by then. But it seems she's determined to return here."

Kitty 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 CT'chuckle.

"Well, maybe we do need extra helper if Tom is going to service all our Edgar Guest and keep up his sex toy reputation."Sarah laughed.

"Mum !"Chrys feigned shock.

The three cat-o'-nine-tails cackled with laughter and teased Tom over their lunches. Tom decided enough was adequate and made his excuses, rising to go away the three cats. As Tom exited kitty's pub, the three cat-o'-nine-tails were still cackling with laughter.

Tom made his way up the opposite word side of the cove, he wanted to see if he could find Mermaid cove, but this would mean passing headwaiter Brown 's watchful wife. The course was a small harder to adopt as it wound its way through various miss-matched cottage and he had to double back after a few dead ends. Soon he was leaving the hamlet, looking down onto the cove from above the cliffs.

Across on the former side of the cove, he could see Clair sunning herself and two doorway down the curtains were still closed with no star sign of the pair within it, working. sea captain Brown University's household was now to his left, looking down on him. Mrs Brown appeared at a ground-floor window, so he waved to recognize her presence and hopefully avoid her interestingness, as he was making it too obvious that he was going for a pass out of the village.

He made it around the headland and Captain Brown's house was now out of sight behind him. As he walked on, he tried to recognise the cliffs and Rock that yesterday he saw from the inshore side. The route dropped lower into some underwood, hiding the ocean from vista. Soon he was walking through some small trees, only catching fleeting glimpses of the sea. He would never recognise Mermaid's Cove from this angle.

The breeze was coming off the sea, so he heard pace behind him before he smelled any fragrance. Not wanting to be followed, Tom jumped over a paries on the landward side of the way of life and waited. The pushover brought a comrade odor to him as he heard the footfall pass his hiding home. He let Becky clear him before he stood up and followed her, treading carefully and staying downwind.

The path emerged from the trees 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 trees and Lucy Stone paries, ducking down as Becky stopped. He heard a rustle of paws, then four paw landing hard, then calm steps leading away.

Tom poked his head over the wall to see Becky now off the route, having jumped over a fallen tree and small George Bush. She was working deftly through foresightful pasture, trying not to leave footfall, working her way to the cliff edge. Tom then recognised the drop shape and stone below. They were now on the drop-off above Mermaid's Cove.

Tom followed Becky's footsteps to stand above her in the locoweed as she made her way down the twine path, now using the footmark cut into the rocks. 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 smug grin on his face.

"Mum sent me,"Becky said, apologising."She thought you may check 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 itinerary is, thanks."

Tom took a salutary look around, checking he could name the path's position in the night. Beck was making her way back up to him.

"How did you fuck mum would post me ?"

"I didn't ... But females seem to be inherently suspicious of Male ... Don't headache, I caught your scent first with the tip 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 path. Becky turned to walk back the village but Tom pulled her away, to continue along the path, lament to search further.

"well now I am chaperoned, why not let me search further ?"

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

The coastal path dropped into a excavate following to a shoal beach, with some overgrown downfall close to the path. There was a timeworn route down onto the beach.

"That's strange,"Becky said,"There was always a path past the house, but a enceinte 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 photographic print in the mud and wet moxie before we ruin them, can you identify them ? ``

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

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

"Are you sure ? How long ago ?"

'' Well, possibly last night or yesterday as the fragrance is still warm. There are some more odoriferous smell too, and perfume. '' Becky replied.

Tom smelled the air, sniffing around, picking out various odor. He couldn't identify Balthazar's individual scent as yet, but he could smell perfume. It was something like 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 get out up on this beach, would that explicate the step ?"

"netherworld no, that is why the fisherdog's house is in ruins. See the protruding drop-off there ?"Becky pointed.

"old age ago that outcrop dropped into the sea to create those rocks, like shark's teeth. They would rip a gruelling hull fishing gravy holder apart."

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

"Oh yes, just not a hard hull. You can see a thin witness where they have pulled something like an inflatable up the beach, more than once. This is a regular confluence 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 prison term. Becky nodded, her font broad of surprise, telling Tom this was not a readily advertised group meeting place.

"Fisherdogs would have noticed and Balthazar's white fur would stomach out, allowing anyone to greet him, but no one has mentioned seeing such a group 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, tell your dad know what we've discovered, maybe he knows about it, but the rubber money is on he doesn't."

'' Yeah, I 'd harmonise. ``

"Becky, in this world ... Do you experience wild animal tracking cameras ? You know, so you can watch over beast trail to see which uncivilized animals are coming and going."

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

"well, in my world human being can't ask brute who use a path and why, so by setting cameras up in trees or bushes the future day we can watch the gaga animals."

Tom ensured he avoided the terms game and search, one of the primary usance of them.

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

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

To Tom, this was a rude progression, but judging from Becky 's look of repulsion, the use of tv camera surveillance may not be acceptable. He made a tone to babble to Peter about it. Becky shook her capitulum in disgust and returned to the chief coastal path.

This time Tom motioned to generate to the small town, maybe they had gone far enough, then Tom remembered Thomas's request from live night.

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

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

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

"That's speculative ... What's it to do with him ?"Becky said, spitting the question 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 grow older, you've grown apart."

Becky stormed onwards, not answering. Her tail swishing almost angrily as she kicked dirt and folio litter on the path. Tom followed a few dance step behind. With her not looking at him, made it well-heeled for her to open up.

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

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

"I've asked that interrogative sentence many prison term,"She answered, barking back at him."But I've never had a genuine answer."

"Can it still be St. Thomas if he chooses a dissimilar wife ?"Tom said, readying himself to duck, or circumvent any violent reaction.

"No. He has to wed into the Robert Brown family."

"Why ?"

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

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

"Oh ... Don't concern Dad will feature a lot to say about it ... But you make a effective dot,"Becky said looking smug.

"Would you choose anyone else but Norman Thomas ?"Tom asked, remembering he was supposed to be putting in a kind Holy Scripture in favour of Dylan Marlais 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 way of life returned to the trees, and overgrowth as Becky took on a swagman to her steps.

"How do you figure some angry sex ?"She asked,"I'm notion furious, and it's been a piece 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 can. There was a logic gate in the wall for her to take the air through, turning to wave him to play along. They walked on down an old narrow path, into thicker Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree that opened out to a small glade hidden from view.

In the centre of the low glade was a hang tree diagram, deliberately hang over in a fallen ‘ Z'shape with a shortly horizontal portion to the trunk at shank height, before the trunk headed skywards again. limb dropped off to go roots, 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 line's mating tree ... Generations of my sept were conceived on this tree, so I'd like to try my turn."

Tom realised that this was the tree Becky's mum told him about in Kitty's pub last night. Becky motioned to Tom's underdrawers."I think you're overdressed ..."

Tom was already horny after Clair warming him up earlier, he was eagre to meet Becky. He undid his belt ammunition and shorts. Becky licked her back talk 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 capitulum, stroking its eye.

Becky pulled Tom finale and kissed him, her slightly larger snout being more cumbersome than any cat, but Becky was now more titillating in this encounter. No longer a lapping, licking spit, her tongue teased around Tom 's tongue even tickling his tonsilla.

Tom's shaft that was now flagged outside his short, as Becky stroked it in a wet handgrip. She dropped onto her knees and sucked his shaft into her nozzle. This time she'd practised and sucked him as hard as Clair. Tom held her forefront, stroking her ears, as she bobbed up and down on his shaft, licking his shaft's headland then balls.

Becky pulled Tom's shorts down to his ankle joint. She held Tom's shot up to tuck underneath and breastfeed each ball. Her tongue darting out to lick his ass entry, teasing him in a way he had never considered exciting before.

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

She got up, licking her sassing and straddled the tree, leaning face down on the horizontal tree trunk, legs following the root wooden leg of the trestle. Her tail flicked, displaying her targets to Tom. The one glistened with juice, waiting for him. Tom teased his fingers easily into her, stroking her poop from home to tip.

"Mmm."

Tom eased his fingers out and slipped his putz into Becky. She gripped onto the Tree trunk as Tom pumped in and out of her, arching her cover to airlift her rump. Tom's handgrip on her posterior helped and this clip he was enjoying himself, his free mitt spanked her.

"Mmm, yes ... Spank me ... image material me."Becky asked.

Tom's mind spun. ‘ Double stuff'what on terra firma was that and how did she hear that ? So he spanked her again.

Answering his unspoken doubt, Becky said,"I've found some helpful sex instructional videos."Giving Tom a wry look, and a dirty giggle, she said,"Maybe following time we should lend some ropes ..."

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

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

Tom leant over her rachis, removing his thumb but digging his hands into her fleshy hip erogenous geographical zone. His eyes searched her neck, 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 bend of skin on her neck and she spasmed on the tree body, tensing around his prick deep 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 place and stood again, withdrawing out of her, his rod dripping with her cum. She relaxed onto the tree proboscis with a gasp.

"But Becky, you've not finished yet, I'm not fill, I've not cum yet ... You know the Mandrillus leucophaeus,"Tom said.

His shaft pulsing rock hard and his globe were aching. He was enjoying this. Now he had more empathy for Becky, Thomas More than when they were in the kitchen. He lied down on his back on the supergrass in the glade, his hawkshaw mimicking the surrounding trees, reaching for the sky.

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

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

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

Becky straddled Tom's waistline, 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 shank and pulling her drink down onto him.

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

She was more experienced now and prime her rosehip backwards and forwards, impaled on his shaft, then rising up to slide back down onto him. Her pin-up small perfectly round down chest bounced and jiggled as she created her own wet patch on Tom's crotch. He could smack her sex and her excitement mixing with the smells of the small glade.

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

Becky rode up his dick on her rear legs, then releasing to drop oral fissure subject, grunting in time.

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

Tom enjoyed the look of her well lubricated, velvet tunnel, sliding up and down his pounding prick. Looking up at her again, he felt his balls give that conversant twitch. He was nearly there.

"saltation up and down kick, I want to see your boob bounce,"Tom said, knowing he couldn't last much longer. He slapped her lightly across her breasts again and returned to fondling them. Becky raised her front legs over her head, paws together, as her own coming grew.

Becky upped the tempo and pumping up and down faster, rising high enough to just keep his naked spade end just inside her lips, then slapping down onto the increasing wet patch between them. Her bosom were bouncing for Tom to admire. She grunted with each landing stroking."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 sinew clench around the crownwork of his shaft of light then her entire body dropped onto his pin pole pushing it deep inside her."Fuuccckkk."she squealed.

sightedness her orgasms climactic release, he could experience his own orgasm orgasm, releasing to flood warmly liquid into her. He grabbed her rosehip and strand them to discharge his balls. 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 face, enjoying her new experience of afternoon sex in the give air, in her family's mating glade.

The two walked back to the main coastal itinerary to devolve to the village. Becky's mother was nowhere to be seen as Becky left him. Tom passed the mansion by walking back alone to kitten's Pub. The boats had returned, and the beach was busy with fisherdogs finishing their working day. A few more than tourists were around, enjoying the bunko game and ado. puss and Sarah warned him they had a full B & B that eve and for the next few nights.

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

"We've started a few initial passes on the sampling, but so far cypher is immediately noticeable as being out of the ordinary bicycle. But at to the lowest degree we know that Peter's heathland Robinson trial equipment works as all the stock markers are registering,"Lucy said, quickly outlining their plans for further investigation.

To be on the prophylactic side, Tom rewrote the tilt in his handwriting and gave the master copy list back to Lucy. In between service, Tom spoke to dick, asking about an infrared camera to spy on the beach he and Becky saw earlier. instead than Becky 's reticence, it excited Peter at the clandestine nature of the idea, saying he 'd be able-bodied to tap something up the following day.

The even flew by, with Tom and Sarah interfering serving and clearing tables. Becky and Brenda were busy in the kitchen, allowing Becky and Tom the brief of grin as they passed. Guest were a mix of cats, dogs and a couple of humans. Guests all asked about mermaids and opportunities for a fishing trip, all boding well for the summer ahead.

Balthazar appeared at the bar during the in use evening and whilst clearing empty ice Tom passed him the list, saying"Dwayne Dibley's list."Balthazar folded the tilt without reading it, thanked Tom and left him to continue with his work, not wanting to make humble talk.

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

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

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

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

"It's some outmoded 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 sure how well it would be received, although dogs seemed to be a minuscule more open about sex and kinship than humanity or cats. Once he outlined his idea to Thomas, Thomas the doubting Apostle was all for it and slapped him on the dorsum to plume him.

"Oh, no, it's variety of romantic in a doggish way ..."Thomas laughed."I'm sure quite a few of our parents met in alike manner, not quite arranged marriage but almost ..."

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

The duo re-entered the pub separately to avoid suspicion. Soon Tom was fussy again, clearing tables and serving beer to the Captain 's mesa. Becky 's mother was there, so Becky would n't be staying late, letting Tom off any late-night kitchen contact.

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 business dwindled. Kitty walked Balthasar back rest home, leaving Sarah and Tom finishing clearing up. Sarah must have sensed Tom's tiredness as she suggested he get off to bed and she'd wait for Kitty's return.

Tom felt relieved as he made his way to his room. He lost his rush and windsock and picked up a towel to make his way to ingest a shower. With all the Guest in bed, Tom enjoyed wandering the stairwell and corridors in the dark, using his cat 's night vision to steer his way.

The pub's speed story were a whole assortment of guest and familiar scents, 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 exhibitioner ?"Tom asked, smelling the kitten's odour behind him, confirmed by a sniggering giggle.

"I thought I had you originally 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 tender breath on the dorsum of his neck, causing the pilus to remain firm on end as she pecked kisses. His drawers 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 tooshie him.

Her tail worked its way into around Tom's waist and into his boxers, pulling them down. Her tail then tucked through his branch, stroking between his balls and rump incoming. The soft fur at the end of her tail 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 forefront. She cast his jersey to one side as she nibbled his ear, and his hands reached over his headland to stroke her ears behind him. Clair pulled Tom around to confront her and wrapped her forelegs around his cervix 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 tail stroking him. She was more sexually aware than her sister Lucy. Her hand pulling his case to her to snog him and her one paw able to stroke his tooshie passage. Cats were much more erotic than frank, although his only dog experience was with Becky and she was improving.

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

"We've worked out a rota, mum and jackpot are in use so we have you to ourselves."

Tom hoped she was joking, but the feel on her face 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 beam tip across the wetness of her pussycat, slowly lowering herself onto him. Tom slipped in easily, enjoying her strong velvet interior as she gasped.

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

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

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

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

"You are kinky !"

Clair purred nervously but continued to slide 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 water stream.

Initially, Clair shuddered, only just able to hang onto Tom, wiggling her rear down onto his shot, to observe her hooked, impaled onto him. The water seemed to just run off her fur. Tom thought she'd foiled his design as she threw her brain back into the water, pretending to enjoy it running over her headland. The look on her case 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 luster, reflecting the bathroom light.

Clair was now grinding her hip into Tom, and her purring tone had changed. She was getting more turned on, as her fur lost its water repellent properties and became a savorless wet skin. Tom could palpate her body more as she moved and wriggled, the piddle lubricating their excited eubstance. Her hardened pap now stroked Tom's breast through the flat, wet fur and he felt his arousal growing.

"Tom, you are one kinky sex toy ... No human 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 thirster fluffy, but thin and slippery. Her body felt different side by side to his skin, as he felt every wriggle, tress and tensing of her muscles.

Tom continued to beat back his shaft deep into her, her lovely voiced bosom squashed between them and her mammilla teasing into him. He could feel her tensing, building up her orgasm as drove into her time and time again.

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

Then Tom felt her velvet burrow tighten on him and her back bowed as her brawn spasmed with the flow of ecstasy running through her. Tom thrust onwards, Clair was now hanging on as her soundbox wracked with spasms of her coming, enjoying her muscles tightening around him. Finally, he released into her, with her grin as she felt the ardent liquid inside her, grinding the final of her sexual climax into him.

Clair relaxed, unwrapping her hind branch to suffer, kissing him under the stream of water. Tom could now see her swampy fur draped around her, as they both panted, catching their breathing spell. Tom turned the weewee off, so Clair could dry off. Initially, they both stroked her fur, encouraging the piss to leave her coat.

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

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

Tom stroked his work force hard over Clair 's body to encourage the H2O out of her fur, working his way around her. He soon noticed her response whenever he was close down or in an erogenous zone. She was getting more and more erotically charged as the drying process progressed, her tail especially as she moaned softly, her dead body twisting in glee.

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

"It's not curious, if the other kitty see me like this I'll never live it down. It will take hr 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 flavourless 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 exhibitor. Once finished and dried he tidied up the bathroom, having to dry the storey, wipe the bulwark tile and replace any wet towels with dry.

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

The full-of-the-moon moon sparked his memory of his promise with Fish, for them to meet at the side by side full moon moon.

"What fourth dimension do you think it is Clair ?"Tom asked, pulling on sporting boxers, shorts and his approximate day old sweaty T-shirt.

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

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 stairs and out of the door into the street, now running to make Mermaids Cove.

To Be Continued ... .