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

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This chapter is a little thirster than old to link up section of the narrative and make up for the lapse in sentence since publishing chapter 7.

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Tom woke hearing puss and Sarah rising to start their day through the adjoining bulwark. 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 Kitty and Sarah passed on the landing, the three smile and Sarah nodding a silent laughter at Lucy curled up asleep on the bed behind him.

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

Several cups of tea and Brenda's hearty breakfast later, he got to work put down tables. Stepping outside to stop the weather, even the officious fisherdog found clock time to wish Tom well. With another bright warm morning, Tom started bringing board and electric chair outside for the human being family.

"I think we'll have to promote breakfasts in the garden,"Kitty said laughing through the bar's open room access."We're already having a wealth of enquiries from electric potential guests and a waiting list of adjourn captains wanting to captain any fishing trip-up available !"

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

The lounge threshold opened to put out trivial Stevie pulling his mother to the table, excited to see the boats one survive clock time. His father looked the way Tom felt earlier and seeing the daggers his wife was throwing at him with her optic, she wasn't impressed.

Once again everyone's gaze fell on captain Brown as he sauntered retiring, waving a salutation, 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 get along to see you after breakfast and we can separate Lucy out,"Captain Brown University 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 change my order ?"Came the dulcet tones of the daughter who had followed him out of earshot and walked with him inside. Once inside, she pretended to sniff at him,"Hmm, pussycat cat ? Again ? It seems I will take in competition when I return ... What's your phone numeral ?"

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

Thankfully, Sarah came through with afternoon tea and coffees to cut the daughter short and Tom got on with taking the food grain out into the garden. After that, Tom was too busybodied and kept the daughter at arm 's distance. 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 daybreak kitten ?"Tom joked.

"I think my sisters plied me with a bit too much drink lowest nighttime ... But, no I'm not ... A first light kitten that is, thankfully Brenda is more forgive 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 girl didn't have any encourage opportunity to tree Tom. As soon as the man returned to their room, Tom cleared the board and brought the furniture back inside the pub.

Rather than mill about around in the populace areas, Tom hid in the kitchen enjoying a cup of tea with Brenda and Lucy, to avoid any tactical tactics by the leaving family's daughter. Then Kitty popped her head teacher around the door.

"Tom, Lucy ! maitre d'hotel Brown is here for you ?"

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

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

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

"It's secure if we can insert the cottage using the back door. The bungalow can be seen from the intact village and anyone could see us to entering an empty cottage."

"You really are paranoid ... O.K., I 'll play along ... I suppose it makes sense. ``

They turned off the clifftop path to pass inland, then once passed the end of the bungalow row, turned up the grow over path along the spine gardens. Counting the back doors as they walked until they reached the appointed cottage This one had a low garden logic gate in the bulwark and a path leading up to the backward door, making it less obvious that there would be fixture metrical foot dealings over the next few twenty-four hour period or even weeks, to the empty cottage.

At the doorway, skipper Robert Brown told the door, `` Top Dog Captain Brown, assailable cottage. ``

They heard a click as the ignition lock released and they followed sea captain Brown into the house, as lights turned on inside. Lucy went to pull up the curtains back.

"Err no sorry Lucy, spread mantle show occupancy, this is still an empty bungalow for all intent purposes, cloak and dagger I'm afraid,"Tom asked, to find out Captain brown tut.

'' Add a new somebody to charge five memory access, name Tom, '' Captain Brown said to no one in particular.

'' Tom confirmed. Tom, please utter clearly ? '' The house computing machine requested.

"Hi, I'm Tom."

'' Add a new individual to level eight admission, public figure Lucy, '' maitre d'hotel Brown repeated the process.

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

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

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

'' Lucy will need to access the internet and her profiles online, whereas I do n't reckon you can reach yours, '' Captain Brown University 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 door, but then realised and turned to get out from the backrest, giving Tom a coup d'oeil of desperation. Once the back door closed behind him, Lucy burst with a barrage fire of exciting ideas.

"This is perfect Tom, we can install all the tool here. We need to get Peter on board as soon as possible. We can run feigning in the bedchamber, with duplicate apparatus. ``

'' Whoa hold on there, we 're not sure enough of our budget yet. Let 's get a list of the minimum of'A'grade equipment we need for the initial evaluation first. Then let 's see what the kickback is from that initial price, and then maybe we 'll need to draft a 2d list of'B'grade gear. I'm not convince Balthazar is as community-spirited as he should be. '' Tom interrupted Lucy.

"What do you mean by that ?"

'' Well, he was promptly to make the evidence away with him and possibly straight back to the IGC fold it came from, '' Tom explained."This savor of rottenness at a high level and it's best we trust no one."

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

"So, we need to observe Peter and bring him into our little team."Tom reminded her."He can be Q"

Lucy looked at him questioningly."What ?"

"Haha, when we have time I will secern you all about William James adherence in our globe. Q was his quartermaster, equipping him with wonderful widget and cars, which seem apt for Peter."

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

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

"They shouldn't affect you at all. Mum being on heat energy shouldn't have crossed the species boundary, but if you did n't have nanobots, then there was nothing to switch that off."Lucy pondered.

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

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

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

'' About two yr ago they upgraded all nanobots for the first meter in decennary. They undertook all the peer revues and trials, but maybe they never considered someone who did n't have existing nanobots already present. There were newspaper written about possible incline burden, but none considered someone from a parallel world turning up."

Lucy had diverted them off the cross-country way of life and up another running along the ridge of the valley. They caught glimpses of the settlement below through tree and hedges. It amazed Tom that even walking on two legs Lucy showed a feline grace, even when skipping over a style along the path. Lucy turned to catch him admiring her, then watched him attempt to imitate her and fail.

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

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

'' Hi, Peter, no hangover this cockcrow ? '' Lucy called.

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

"Wow, Lucy, Tom, it's lovely to see you both."putz 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 line of beer you had queued up for you."

"Thankfully, I had the gumption not to pledge all of it, but also by working I think I wore some of it off before going to bed."Tom chuckled, shooting a knowing coup d'oeil at Lucy causing her to crimson."We have something occupy to discuss. There is more to the saving of Pisces the Fishes level than you may know."

Tom and Lucy sat down at Peter's garden table and then explained all about the plot 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 Edward Durell Stone in his fists'game to prove his point.

The indweller of this cosmos were too trusting, almost naïve. Tom pondered how they would survive in his populace, with all the e-mail, speech sound and street cozenage around. As they explained the deal Tom had agreed with 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 explosion with enthusiasm.

peter grabbed a pen and pad and started scribbling notes, talking to himself, with Lucy nodding in arrangement to the technical foul equipment he was listing out. Tom had to beckon his handwriting over the paper to attract Peter's attention back to him.

"The problem is Saint Peter the Apostle, with the electric potential of one or more seawall in the IGC we can't purchase, lookup or log into any net or highlight that we are investigating genetic material."

Peter's look dropped then engaged a new gear mechanism, tearing off his pilot notes, scrunching the page into a ball, he starting scribbling once more.

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

"Can we do that cock ?"Lucy excited enquired."We're on an obscure budget. Tom's concerned that Balthasar may try to choke any real inquiry by limiting the budget."

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

"But that would have cost you way more than your scholarly person grant ?"Lucy gasped.

"Haha, I sold the data to the other students, which is how they could all remain partying whilst we studied. I made a neaten net income in the end and have already shut down the waiter so it's untraceable. The university will never find out that I am the source. I added in some variables so everyone's data has enough random scatter they won't be able to lay claim plagiarism and pupil get roughly the musical score expected of them, only giving a few higher paying students a boost. Otherwise, it would upraise a few eyebrows 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 medal. So let's see what we need, what we have, and then we can still grant Balthazar a list of purchases, even if we don't need it."

Tom jumped into the conversation."What if the list we give of leverage is sour, so any early geneticist reviewing the particular will think we are looking up the wrong path, so will attain nothing and then no one will reckon us a threat ?"

The three all laughed at their magnificence, Peter led them up to his bedchamber and they all carried down various boxes of electronics back out into the garden. Immediately Lucy and St. Peter the Apostle began sorting through the corner to constitute two distinct good deal, with Lucy tutting and giving Peter disapproving looks every time they added something to the littler pile.

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

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

"If the market demand, any good entrepreneur would fill any demand."Peter tried to excuse."Plus boost my form at the same time."

The duo made an armoury of everything in the larger nap, making a new lean and ticking token and equivalents off Peter 's original tilt. Tom was impressed with his merry band of spymasters, working enthusiastically with technology he could n't even pretend to comprehend.

"Apart from some wires, hype and concealment, we have everything here, but we can do prelim scans."Lucy excitedly told Tom,"Which means we can fall in Balthasar a false list of point that will include detail we can use to investigate your stemma and DNA at the Lapp time."

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

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

'' Ooo ... can we analyse you, Tom ? '' Peter laughed, to see Tom's grimace rear up in shock. `` Haha, I see your domain has the Saame Sci-Fi tarradiddle as ours ... No, we won't need to dissect you. All we need is a rake sample."

Lucy giggled at the whim, seeing Tom roll his optic, not finding it funny.

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

"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 confirm datum if any of the sampling have been contaminated,"Tom said.

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

"We do n't even need to give any sample bottleful. All testing is done using scanners, whether sampling or diagnosing the nanobots. If we had the right wing equipment, we could even program 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 easement ; it was one of the main stumbling auction block I foresaw."Tom admitted."I think I can trust you two with the technicalities and I'll pin to paranoia."

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

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

"Ahh, well, we may own to clear two trips, as we can't be seen using the cottage. This is all top mystery on a need to know basis Peter. We'll indigence to go take by the way we came up, on the paths."

Lucy shrugged her shoulders in sufferance, looking at tool. `` It 's alright, you 'll get used to his off-world paranoia. But something Tell me these are all prudent precautions after the attempt on Fish life. ``

They sized up what they could easily express, moving the remainder inside Peter's cottage, and then started off down the path back to the cottage. A few walkers passed them but no one local who would ask dubiousness and they reached the cottage without problems.

Inside the cottage, Lucy started arranging equipment as Saint Peter the Apostle and Tom returned to Peter 's house to bestow the rest period. Peter on the walk back excitedly thanks Tom for including him in the project and giving him the chance to solve with Lucy again. Once back at Peter's sign of the zodiac, Peter added some banknote and character book to the peck, 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 early which chronological succession they would run first, second and parameters, both scribbling notes and nodding in accord. Tom was very much superfluous to all this, and he had former things on his creative thinker, so made his exculpation and left.

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

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

He heard a voice echo back, a padding haphazardness of paws on floor board, and one of the two remaining triplets appeared, although Tom didn't know which one. It surprised her to see him at the back doorway, 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 cause offence ...

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

The kitten laughed."And you're not sure 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 tempest, portal and the magnetic north American Teleportation governing body ... If you are Chrys,"Tom asked hopefully.

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

"Oh, of class, anything to help,"Tom answered glad to serve, stepping into the house 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 put down the room with three I bottom, to see the kitten led upside down on a bed, with her head hanging off the backside 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 light medulla oblongata to convert. As he reached the end of the bed, the kitten grabbed him with her paws and Tom felt her chela clasp 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 being can do ... Now undo your knock and shorts."The kitten demanded.

"What ?"Tom queried.

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

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

The kitten's tail came over her body to stroke his boldness and run down his chest, to tantalize his genitals. Knowing he couldn't escape the claws piercing his shorts holding him, Tom unfastened his shorts. She withdrew her claws to pull down his boxershorts and boxers, freeing up his growing phallus to fall through down onto her aspect. The kitten's eyes widened as she wrapped her lips around Tom's ray foreland and licked and suck up it.

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

"bent on your Chrys ?"Tom replied shocked, looking down at her grinning back at him with his stiffening 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 claws now tweaked at his buttocks, warning him not to move.

"But that was the illation ... Oh well, never mind ... I'm going to take to learn to differentiate you kitten apart."Tom laughed.

Clair's sass were like velvet and her component rough, part lenient, tongue flicked up and around his now crocked shaft. She would lap the boisterous region of her clapper down to his balls and back up to the tip, then engulf onto him until her lip fully immersed his sex toy.

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

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

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

Tom felt that common warning twinge in his balls and erupted into her sassing. Clair sucked harder and swallowed the ropes 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 range and force his trunks up.

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

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

Clair got up, leaning to the windowpane to look, wondering how lots fourth dimension they would throw, as Tom backtracked to the doorway.

"I can't see mum ?"Clair gasped, thinking Sarah was already coming through the nominal head 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 game door to walk down the path at the back of the cottages, returning to the small town and kitty-cat's pub. The pub was lull with a few regulars, Sarah and Chrys were sitting at a board in the waiting area and were proud of to see Tom. Tom could already distinguish Sarah's aroma and now could insulate Chrys's scent, substance he could now identify each of the three kittens.

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

"Yes. She's busy 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 technicalities of teleportation are way outside my intellect, but surely it takes a lot of great power ?"

"fountainhead, it does, even for unretentive aloofness. For say teleporting across half the world, we can utilise the earth 's gravitational twist with the lunar month to boost the long jumping, saving vitality. They experimented with teleporting to the Moon in the former days, but it gobbled up so a great deal vigour 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 envision 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 sense of hearing, Tom leaned into Chrys.

"These violent storm, that accidentally add off people from parallel worlds like me here, if they need so a lot zip then why do they preserve repetition and at interval that they can be predicted ?"Tom whispered.

Chrys looked a little off-put."They aren't really surely, reports claim some sort of feedback closed circuit that repeats, somehow using the Sun's gravitational drag. But they set up their research root word at Goonhilly every spring 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 line of thought. They publish very little of their findings."

Tom realised his thoughts may be on the justly runway."Chrys, when I was at Uni, there were many cabal 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 travel. Because we were glad to pay for flights, power train, cars, whose industries employed meg and earned million, they wanted to keep that status quo. By going interstellar they could mine and tap the Sun Myung Moon, Mars, or even as far as Pluto."

"But ?"Tom interjected.

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

"claim ? Or venture to conclude ..."

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

"But this may take additional magnate, is there a way of confirming power consumption with portal curtain raising ?"Tom excitedly asked. Now they were well into mavin Wars territory.

"We've already looked. king usance flesh show zip but then when you read the small print, the published figures are average human body based on previous calendar week and month's consumptions. When we looked at the algorithmic rule they use, you could input any random data and the result will be the same vapid curve."

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

"Again, we think it is all down to gravitational drag, based on planetary scope. It's not an claim science, as it works by bending and using the distance between space. It seems meter gets involved as well, which is another reason for it needing so often top executive. One conspiracy theory is that this was the reason for the drive to get fusion to work."

"Okay. Keep this very a lot to yourself. There seem to be more and more alarm buzzer ringing on all of this. If you hear of anything else, let me know as it seems we have the summer to sit and hold off 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 almost of the day Tom, we've had an inflow of interest after Mermaid sightings and the great unwashed concern in the fishing trips. We seem to be ‘ The quaint Pub'for families."Kitty told Tom.

"I'm buying some garden tables and benches with umbrellas for summer breakfasts in the garden. We have couples in for tonight and a steady increase of B & B bookings over the next few days."

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

"Oh, Tom ... Have you promised the human family's daughter anything ?"pot asked. `` She cornered me asking about summer work with you in a few calendar week ? And asking for your contact numeral, but you do n't have a headphone or anything, which seemed to discompose her. ``

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

"Ah ... pussy, she's sort of invite herself."Tom answered, embarrassed."I tried to dissuade her, saying I would have moved on by then. But it seems she's determined to regress here."

Kitty and Sarah shot each other a glance, but rather than seeing green-eyed monster, Tom saw amusement in their eyes.

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

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

"Mum !"Chrys feigned shock.

The three cats cackled with laugh and teased Tom over their luncheon. Tom decided enough was enough and made his excuses, rising to forget the three computed tomography. As Tom exited Kitty's pub, the three cats were still cackling with laughter.

Tom made his way up the opposite side of the cove, he wanted to see if he could find oneself Mermaid cove, but this would mean passing Captain Brown University 's watchful wife. The path was a footling harder to travel along as it wound its way through various miss-matched cottages and he had to reduplicate back after a few dead oddment. Soon he was leaving the Village, looking down onto the cove from above the cliffs.

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

He made it around the head and sea captain Brown's theatre was now out of heap behind him. As he walked on, he tried to acknowledge the cliffs and rocks that yesterday he saw from the inshore position. The course dropped lower into some undergrowth, hiding the ocean from persuasion. Soon he was walking through some modest trees, only catching fleeting glimpses of the ocean. He would never recognise Mermaid's Cove from this angle.

The breeze was coming off the sea, so he heard footsteps behind him before he smelled any fragrance. Not wanting to be followed, Tom jumped over a wall on the landward English of the path and waited. The breeze brought a familiar scent to him as he heard the stride pass his hiding property. He let Becky go through him before he stood up and followed her, treading carefully and staying downwind.

The route emerged from the Tree and undergrowth as Tom allowed Becky to stretch out her lead on him. She was searching for him ahead of her. Tom remained half-hidden, still in the tree and stone paries, ducking down as Becky stopped. He heard a rustle of manus, then four paws landing hard, then quiet footprint leading away.

Tom poked his top dog over the bulwark to see Becky now off the path, having jumped over a fallen tree and small George W. Bush. She was working deftly through yearn locoweed, trying not to leave stride, working her way to the drop edge. Tom then recognised the cliff shape and rocks below. They were now on the drop above Mermaid's Cove.

Tom followed Becky's footsteps to tolerate above her in the grass as she made her way down the winding course, now using the stone's throw 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 give back 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 break the cove out rather than escaping."

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

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

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

"How did you live mum would send me ?"

"I didn't ... But females seem to be inherently suspicious of males ... Don't worry, I caught your scent first with the wind behind you."Tom lied, trying to touch on Becky's hurt belief."I'll enjoin them you found me at the Cove rather than I followed you."

Becky reached him, and the two returned to the route. Becky turned to walk back the hamlet but Tom pulled her away, to go on along the way, keen to explore further.

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

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

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

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

Tom and Becky followed the downtrodden grass course 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 mark 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 mark off to one incline, where the mud was dryer."Cat."

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

"Are you sure ? How farsighted ago ?"

'' Well, possibly last Nox or yesterday as the scent is still strong. There are some more sweet-scented scents too, and perfume. '' Becky replied.

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

"Do fisherdogs pull up on this beach, would that explain the footprints ?"

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

"twelvemonth ago that outcrop dropped into the sea to create those rocks, like shark's teeth. They would rip a knockout Kingston-upon Hull sportfishing boat apart."

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

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

"But passing fisherdogs could see them."

Tom pointed out to the wide horizon that would make the beach readily visible from any overtaking fisherdog for an appreciable time. Becky nodded, her look full of surprise, telling Tom this was not a readily advertised confluence place.

"Fisherdogs would have noticed and Balthasar's white-hot fur would stand out, allowing anyone to distinguish 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 convention ... The only badger known around here is Brock. Why would Balthazar be meeting with him ?"

"Yes, order 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 globe ... Do you have wild animal tracking cameras ? You know, so you can determine animal trails to see which idle beast are coming and going."

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

"well, in my world humans can't ask animals who use a path and why, so by setting camera up in Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree or bushes the next day we can watch the wild animals."

Tom ensured he avoided the terms game and hunting, one of the primary election exercise of them.

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

"Well, what if we could capture a group pic of these surreptitious meetings, then we would cause grounds ?"

To Tom, this was a lifelike progression, but judging from Becky 's look of horror, the use of camera surveillance may not be satisfactory. He made a distinction to talk to Peter about it. Becky shook her head word in disgust and returned to the chief coastal path.

This time Tom motioned to return to the village, 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 sensitive subject he'd touched upon.

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

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

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

"He mentioned that you two were close growing up,"Tom answered, realising he was being a minuscule tactless."But as you've turn sometime, you've arise apart."

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

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

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

"I've asked that interrogative sentence many clock time,"She answered, barking back at him."But I've never had a echt answer."

"Can it still be Thomas if he chooses a different wife ?"Tom said, readying himself to dodge, or evade any wild reaction.

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

"Why ?"

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

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

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

"Would you choose anyone else but Thomas ?"Tom asked, remembering he was supposed to be putting in a variety 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 path returned to the trees, and overgrowth as Becky took on a swagger to her steps.

"How do you picture some furious 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 and to the paries Tom had previously hidden fanny. There was a gate in the wall for her to walk through, turning to beckon him to postdate. They walked on down an old peg down path, into thicker tree that opened out to a small glade hidden from view.

In the nerve centre of the small glade was a bent Tree, deliberately bent grass over in a fallen ‘ Z'shape with a short horizontal helping to the luggage compartment at shank height, before the trunk headed skywards again. outgrowth dropped off to become solution, acting as legs, making the scant helping of the tree like a carpenter 's trestle sawhorse.

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

"My family's mating tree ... Generations of my kinfolk 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 nighttime. Becky motioned to Tom's shorts."I think you're overdressed ..."

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

Becky pulled Tom stopping point and kissed him, her slightly larger snout being more awkward than any cat, but Becky was now more erotic in this encounter. No longer a lapping, licking glossa, her natural language teased around Tom 's natural language even tickling his faucial tonsil.

Tom's shaft that was now flagged outside his shorts, as Becky stroked it in a tight grip. She dropped onto her knees and sucked his shaft into her snout. This time she'd practised and sucked him as hard as Clair. Tom held her head, stroking her pinna, as she bobbed up and down on his shaft, licking his beam's head then balls.

Becky pulled Tom's shorts down to his ankle joint. She held Tom's irradiation up to tuck underneath and suck each ball. Her tongue darting out to lick his back end entrance, teasing him in a way he had never considered agitate before.

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

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

"Mmm."

Tom eased his fingers out and slipped his shaft into Becky. She gripped onto the tree trunk as Tom pumped in and out of her, arching her vertebral column to reverse her rump. Tom's grip on her poop helped and this clock time he was enjoying himself, his free hand spanked her.

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

Tom's judgment spun. ‘ bivalent 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 dingy giggle, she said,"Maybe side by side time we should bring some ropes ..."

Tom then second-guessed what she meant, spanked her and pressed his thumb into her put up handing over, for her to squall excitedly. Tom enjoyed bouncing off her rump, with each impact driving his pollex into her, making her gasp at every ride into her.

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

Tom leant over her back, removing his ovolo but digging his hands into her fleshy hip erogenous zona. His eyes searched her neck opening, and he gathered up some neck peel in his dentition. She knew what was coming.

"Yes ... Yes ... Yes, Tom ... raciness now, I'm coming, please ..."Becky said, begging. Tom bit hard on the sheepcote of skin on her neck and she spasmed on the shoetree trunk, tensing around his dig 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 corner 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 lump 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 pot in the glade, his dick mimicking the surrounding trees, reaching for the sky.

"Climb on top, sit on my throbbing turncock you worm, you 've had your joy, now it is my tour,"Tom said, commanding her.

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

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

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

Becky gasped, and her mouth opened wide, howling silently in seventh heaven. Tom now admired her underbelly, enjoying her attractive, svelte waist and her neatly trimmed fur.

She was more experienced now and grate her pelvic arch backwards and forwards, impaled on his prick, then rising up to slide back down onto him. Her lovely humble perfectly round down breasts bounced and jiggled as she created her own wet dapple on Tom's crotch. He could reek her sex and her excitement mixing with the feeling of the small glade.

Tom slapped his finger's breadth of one hand across both her knocker."Yowww."Becky yelped but grinned back. He then softly fondled them. He ruffled her fur as he lowered his hands to compass her rosehip and craunch their hip joint together with the wet patch between them growing.

Becky rode up his shot on her rear ramification, then releasing to drop mouthpiece assailable, grunting in time.

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

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

"bound up and down bitch, I want to see your pap leaping,"Tom said, knowing he couldn't live much longer. He slapped her lightly across her titty again and returned to fondling them. Becky raised her forepart 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 observe his naked spade end just inside her lips, then slapping down onto the increasing wet dapple between them. Her breasts were bouncing for Tom to look up to. She grunted with each landing throw."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 crest of his shaft then her total body dropped onto his masthead pole pushing it cryptical inside her."Fuuccckkk."she squealed.

Seeing her orgasms climactic loss, he could feel his own climax climax, releasing to swamp affectionate liquidness into her. He grabbed her hips and ground them to void his balls. She squirmed in joy 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 smiling across her face, enjoying her new experience of afternoon sex in the receptive air, in her sept's mating glade.

The two walked back to the independent coastal way to return to the village. Becky's mother was nowhere to be seen as Becky left him. Tom passed the house by walking back alone to Kitty's Pub. The sauceboat had returned, and the beach was busy with fisherdogs finishing their exploit day. A few more tourists were around, enjoying the hustle and fuss. kitty and Sarah warned him they had a full B & B that evening and for the side by side few nights.

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

"We've started a few initial passes on the sample, but so far aught is immediately noticeable as being out of the ordinary bicycle. But at to the lowest degree we know that Saint Peter's Heath Robinson mental test equipment works as all the standard markers are registering,"Lucy said, quickly outlining their plan for further investigation.

To be on the dependable slope, Tom rewrote the list in his hand and gave the master copy inclination back to Lucy. In between serving, Tom spoke to Peter, asking about an infrared camera to spy on the beach he and Becky saw earlier. kinda than Becky 's reticence, it excited Peter at the cloak-and-dagger nature of the estimate, saying he 'd be able to ping something up the following day.

The eve flew by, with Tom and Sarah busybodied serving and clearing tables. Becky and Brenda were officious in the kitchen, allowing Becky and Tom the briefest of smiling as they passed. invitee were a mix of Arabian tea, heel and a duet of humans. Guests all asked about mermaids and opportunities for a fishing slip, all boding well for the summertime ahead.

Balthazar appeared at the bar during the meddling evening and whilst clearing empty-bellied crank Tom passed him the list, saying"Dwayne Dibley's list."Balthazar folded the list without reading it, thanked Tom and left him to continue with his work, not wanting to earn pocket-size talk.

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

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

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

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

"It's some old-fashioned gimcrack, I want to be Top Dog. But not at the disbursement 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 firedog seemed to be a slight Sir Thomas More open about sex and relationships than humans or cats. Once he outlined his idea to Thomas, Thomas was all for it and slapped him on the back to congratulate him.

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

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

The pair re-entered the pub separately to avert suspiciousness. Soon Tom was fussy again, clearing tables and serving beer to the Captain 's tabular array. Becky 's mother was there, so Becky would n't be staying late, letting Tom off any late-night kitchen liaisons.

Lucy and St. Peter the Apostle had left and none of her sister were award either, so Tom was looking forward to a shower and a bed to himself as the patronage dwindled. Kitty walked Balthazar back home, leaving Sarah and Tom finishing clearing up. Sarah must own sensed Tom's weariness as she suggested he get off to bed and she'd wait for kitty-cat's restoration.

Tom felt relieved as he made his way to his way. He lost his kicking and socks and picked up a towel to make his way to experience a rain shower. With all the guests in bed, Tom enjoyed wandering the stairwell and corridors in the dark, using his cat 's Nox vision to pass his way.

The pub's amphetamine base were a whole mixture of guest and intimate scents, Tom recognising some, others he couldn't. Entering the can Tom exhaled a suspiration of sculptural relief, finally having the shower to himself, shutting and locking the door behind him, he inhaled.

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

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

Clair's legs wrapped around from behind him and her hand loosened his smash and underdrawers. Tom could feel her warm up breathing place on the back of his neck opening, causing the hairs to stand on end as she pecked osculation. His shortstop fell to the floor, and a paw delved into his bagger to stroke his growing manhood, as she purred.

"We have unfinished commercial enterprise, Tom,"She said purring as one leg pulled him tightly into her bottom him.

Her behind worked its way into around Tom's waist and into his boxers, pulling them down. Her shadow then tucked through his legs, stroking between his orb and prat ingress. The piano fur at the end of her posterior teased and excited Tom, as Clair's paw stroked his dig, with her purring in his ear.

Clair no longer needed to carry Tom, so her one leg pulled his shirt over his question. She cast his T-shirt to one side as she nibbled his ear, and his hands reached over his heading to stroke her spike behind him. Clair pulled Tom around to face her and wrapped her forelegs around his neck and her hind legs around his waist, purring whilst her empennage seductively stroked his light beam and rear.

Clair was light to pack, and Tom was enjoying her shadower 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 capable to stroke his rear end passage. computerized tomography were much more titillating than frankfurter, although his lonesome 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 tail guiding his shaft into her.

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

Tom hoped she was joking, but the look on her face was serious.

'' I can smell dog. Are you two-timing us kitty ... ? ``

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

Clair's bottom wiped his shaft tip across the wetness of her pussy, slowly lowering herself onto him. Tom slipped in easily, enjoying her warm velvet Interior Department as she gasped.

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

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

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

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

Initially, Clair shuddered, only just able to pay heed onto Tom, wiggling her tail down onto his beam, to keep her hooked, impaled onto him. The body of water seemed to just run off her fur. Tom thought she'd foiled his program as she threw her brain back into the water, pretending to enjoy it running over her head. The face on her facial expression wasn't so confident.

Clair continued to slue 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 supply, giving her fur a sheen, reflecting the bathroom light.

Clair was now grinding her hip into Tom, and her purring banknote had changed. She was getting Thomas More awaken, as her fur lost its H2O repellent belongings and became a monotonic wet peel. Tom could feel her body more as she moved and wriggled, the water lubricating their charge bodies. Her hardened teat now stroked Tom's chest 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 tile cascade paries and took over, sliding in and out of her. Her fur was no farsighted fluffy, but thin and slippery. Her body felt different next to his skin, as he felt every wriggle, twirl and tensing of her muscles.

Tom continued to force his shaft deep into her, her lovely soft chest squashed between them and her nipples teasing into him. He could feel her tensing, building up her orgasm as horde into her metre and time again.

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

Then Tom felt her velvet burrow tighten on him and her back arch as her musculus spasmed with the current of ecstasy running through her. Tom push onwards, Clair was now hanging on as her body wracked with cramp of her orgasm, enjoying her musculus tightening around him. Finally, he released into her, with her grin as she felt the warm up liquidness inside her, grinding the last of her orgasm into him.

Clair relaxed, unwrapping her hind legs to digest, kissing him under the current of urine. Tom could now see her waterlogged 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 water to leave her coat.

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

"Neither did I, but I'm gladiola I did, that was so quirky ... Now, please help oneself me dry off."

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

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

"It's not mirthful, if the other kittens see me like this I'll never live it down. It will take hour 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 two-dimensional 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 rain shower. Once finished and dried he tidied up the privy, having to dry the floor, wipe the paries roofing tile and interchange any wet towels with dry.

entry his bedroom with his dirty washing and a towel wrapped around him, he could see Clair, purring, wrapped around herself, preening on his bed. Seeing more than rule light entering the bedroom, he walked to see the perspective 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 good moon sparked his storage of his promise with Pisces the Fishes, for them to touch at the next entire moon.

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

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

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 pass on Mermaids Cove.

To Be Continued ... .