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

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This chapter is a little longer than previous to join parts of the fib and ready up for the lapsing in time since publishing chapter 7.

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Tom woke hearing Kitty 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 study 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 smile and Sarah nodding a silent jest at Lucy curled up asleep on the bed behind him.

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

Several cups of tea and Brenda's hearty breakfast later, he got to puzzle out laying tabular array. Stepping exterior to check the weather, even the busiest fisherdog found time to wish Tom well. With another bright warm cockcrow, Tom started bringing table 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 open room access."We're already having a wealth of enquiry from potentiality guests and a waiting inclination of retired chieftain wanting to captain any fishing misstep available !"

Tom was enthusiastic about this fresh day, especially as his holdover 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 release little Stevie pulling his female parent to the tabular array, excited to watch the boats one net clip. His founding father looked the way Tom felt earlier and seeing the dagger his wife was throwing at him with her eyes, she wasn't impressed.

Once again everyone's gaze fell on senior pilot Brown as he sauntered past, waving a greeting, just as Tom felt a caressing hand on his bum announcing the girl 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 class 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 vary my gild ?"Came the dulcet tones of the daughter who had followed him out of earshot and walked with him inside. Once inside, she pretended to whiff at him,"Hmm, pussy cat ? Again ? It seems I will have contest when I return ... What's your phone number ?"

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

Thankfully, Sarah came through with tea leaf 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 busy and kept the daughter at arm 's distance. When going into the kitchen to give Brenda their make choices, Tom saw Lucy sat having a cup of tea and some toast.

"Not a morning kitty ?"Tom joked.

"I think my sisters plied me with a bit too much drink net night ... But, no I'm not ... A morn 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 further opportunities to corner Tom. As soon as the humankind returned to their room, Tom cleared the board and brought the furniture back inside the pub.

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

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

Tom and Lucy sank their swallow and followed Kitty out to the bar to run into sea captain Brown.

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

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

"It's safer if we can figure the cottage using the spine door. The cottages can be seen from the integral village and anyone could see us to entering an empty cottage."

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

They turned off the clifftop path to head inland, then once passed the end of the bungalow row, turned up the overgrown path along the back gardens. Counting the back doors as they walked until they reached the appointed cottage This one had a low garden gate in the bulwark and a path leading up to the book binding threshold, making it less obvious that there would be regular metrical foot dealings over the succeeding few days or even hebdomad, to the empty cottage.

At the door, captain Brown told the doorway, `` Top Dog skipper Brown, opened cottage. ``

They heard a click as the lock released and they followed captain Brown into the house, as luminance turned on inside. Lucy went to tear the curtains back.

"Err no sorry Lucy, open curtains show occupancy, this is still an empty cottage for all aim intention, cloak and dagger I'm afraid,"Tom asked, to hear Captain Brown tut.

'' Add a new soul to level off five access, figure Tom, '' maitre d' Brown said to no one in particular.

'' Tom confirmed. Tom, please speak clearly ? '' The family computing machine requested.

"Hi, I'm Tom."

'' Add a new person to level eight access, gens Lucy, '' master Brown repeated the process.

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

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

"knack on sea captain, Lucy is a story eight and I'm a knit level five ?"Tom protested.

'' Lucy will require to access the internet and her profile online, whereas I do n't cerebrate you can strive yours, '' maitre d' Brown answered."rightfield, that is you two set up, I'll need that list of equipment you need as soon as you can."

skipper John Brown went to result by the movement door, but then realised and turned to leave from the back, giving Tom a glance of despair. Once the back door closed behind him, Lucy burst with a battery of exciting ideas.

"This is perfect Tom, we can install all the legal instrument here. We need to get peter on dining table as soon as possible. We can run feigning in the sleeping room, with replicate apparatus. ``

'' Whoa hold on there, we 're not surely of our budget yet. Let 's get a list of the minimum of'A'gradation equipment we need for the initial evaluations first. Then let 's see what the kickback is from that initial cost, and then maybe we 'll necessitate to draft a indorsement list of'B'grade geartrain. I'm not convinced Balthasar is as community-spirited as he should be. '' Tom interrupted Lucy.

"What do you mean by that ?"

'' Well, he was prompt to choose the grounds 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 paranoiac, Tom, but for now we'll tread carefully."

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

Lucy looked at him questioningly."What ?"

"Haha, when we have sentence I will tell you all about William James shackle in our world. Q was his quartermaster, equipping him with wonderful appliance and motorcar, which seem apt for Peter."

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

She chuckled again, will to fit Tom's paranoia. They left the house by the back door and returned down the punt path, 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 shouldn't have crossed the mintage boundary, but if you did n't throw nanobots, then there was nothing to switch that off."Lucy pondered.

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

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

"okay, so long as the contents of that lily-livered box are our priority. If you can find out anything in the meanwhile is a bonus."

'' About two geezerhood ago they upgraded all nanobots for the world-class prison term in decades. They undertook all the compeer review and visitation, but maybe they never considered someone who did n't let existing nanobots already present. There were papers written about possible position outcome, but none considered somebody from a analogue world turning up."

Lucy had diverted them off the cross-country course and up another running along the ridge of the valley. They caught glance of the village below through trees and hedges. It amazed Tom that even walking on two legs Lucy showed a feline grace, even when skipping over a dash along the track. Lucy turned to overtake him admiring her, then watched him essay to copy her and fail.

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

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

'' Hi, cock, no hangover this morning ? '' Lucy called.

poor people cock looked up, shocked, then surprised that Lucy was calling on him, almost falling off his chairwoman. He put his account book down and almost ran up the way to open up the gate in the low wall.

"Wow, Lucy, Tom, it's lovely to see you both."Peter stammered, looking at Tom quizzically."I'm not really hungover, Sir Thomas 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 common sense 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 glimpse at Lucy causing her to blush."We have something matter to to discuss. There is more to the saving of Pisces story than you may know."

Tom and Lucy sat down at St. Peter the Apostle's garden mesa and then explained all about the plot of ground behind the entrapment of Fish in the crab pot and the yellow box recovered from Tor rock'n'roll. He explained his hypothesis of the IGC and once again had to wager the ‘ enshroud the endocarp in his clenched fist'game to prove his point.

The inhabitants of this macrocosm were too trusting, almost naïve. Tom pondered how they would survive in his world, with all the emails, sound and street scams around. As they explained the great deal Tom had agreed with Captain Brown and Balthazar shaft's fascination grew as he burst with exhilaration ...

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

shaft grabbed a pen and pad and started scribbling notes, talking to himself, with Lucy nodding in accord to the expert equipment he was listing out. Tom had to wave his manus over the composition to attract Peter's attention back to him.

"The trouble is Peter, with the potential of one or Thomas More counterspy in the IGC we can't purchase, search or log into any meshing or highlight that we are investigating familial material."

Peter's face dropped then engaged a new gear, tearing off his archetype distinction, scrunching the varlet into a testis, he starting scribbling once more.

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

"Can we do that pecker ?"Lucy excited enquired."We're on an stranger budget. Tom's concerned that Balthazar may try to strangle any veridical inquiry by limiting the budget."

"Haha, you kitten are so straight ... How do you think I managed both midterm and end of term experiment ? You don't think I collected all that data in the special meter they allocated to us in the labs, did you ? I built exactly what we need in my student domiciliation ... I brought it all habitation with me and everything we need is in boxful in my bedroom."Peter beamed at Lucy as he proudly announcing his achievement.

"But that would possess cost you way more than your student grant ?"Lucy gasped.

"Haha, I sold the data to the other scholar, which is how they could all continue partying whilst we studied. I made a healthy net income in the end and have already shut down the waiter so it's untraceable. The university will never happen out that I am the rootage. I added in some variables so everyone's data point has enough random scatter they won't be able to claim plagiarism and scholar get roughly the account expected of them, only giving a few gamy paying students a cost increase. Otherwise, it would raise a few eyebrow if we all aced our exams."

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

Tom jumped into the conversation."What if the tilt we give of purchase is false, so any other geneticist reviewing the point will think we are looking up the wrong path, so will discover nothing and then no one will consider us a threat ?"

The three all laughed at their glare, dick led them up to his bedchamber and they all carried down versatile boxwood of electronics back out into the garden. Immediately Lucy and Peter began sorting through the box seat to form two distinct piles, with Lucy tutting and giving prick disapproving looks every time they added something to the smaller pile.

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

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

"If the grocery need, any in effect entrepreneur would fulfil any demand."Peter tried to explicate."Plus boost my grades at the Saami time."

The pair made an inventory of everything in the larger pile, making a new list and ticking items and equivalents off Peter 's original list. Tom was impressed with his merry stria of spymasters, working enthusiastically with engineering science he could n't even pretend to comprehend.

"Apart from some conducting wire, plugs and cover, we have everything here, but we can do preliminary scans."Lucy excitedly told Tom,"Which means we can pay Balthazar a false listing of items that will include items we can use to investigate your rake and DNA at the Same time."

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

'' Tom is from a analogue world. In the spring violent storm, he accidentally came through a portal. He 's had a few ... ahem ... encounters with this macrocosm's DNA and our nanobots are giving him incentive boosts no one could cause ever imagined. '' Lucy excitedly told him, trying not to blush.

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

Lucy giggled at the notion, seeing Tom twine his centre, not finding it funny.

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

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

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

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

"We do n't even need to unfold any try bottleful. All testing is done using digital scanner, whether sampling or diagnosing the nanobots. If we had the rightfulness equipment, we could even platform the nanobots remotely."Saint Peter the Apostle 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 relief ; it was one of the chief stumbling blocks I foresaw."Tom admitted."I think I can intrust you two with the technicality and I'll stick to paranoia."

Peter carried the pocket-size pile of equipment back up to his bedroom. Lucy poured over the residue, double-checking the stock. It disappointed Tom to expect at the wearisome pile of the equipment, no flashing lights or glowing dilithium watch crystal, not even humming radioactive boxes with meters showing phonograph needle flickering in the red zones.

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

"Ahh, well, we may take to prepare two stumble, as we can't be seen using the cottage. This is all top enigma on a need to know fundament tool. We'll need to go rejoinder by the way we came up, on the paths."

Lucy shrugged her shoulder joint in acceptance, looking at pecker. `` It 's very well, you 'll get used to his off-world paranoia. But something Tell me these are all prudent care after the attempt on Pisces life. ``

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

Inside the cottage, Lucy started arranging equipment as Peter and Tom returned to Peter 's house to bring the ease. Simon Peter on the walk back excitedly thanks Tom for including him in the project and giving him the luck to forge with Lucy again. Once back at Peter's house, peter added some note and reference Word of God to the passel, 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 chronological sequence they would run first, sec and parameters, both scribbling banker's bill and nodding in agreement. Tom was very much excess to all this, and he had other thing on his intellect, so made his excuses and left.

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

"Hi ... Anyone family ? 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 manus on floorboards, and one of the two remaining triad appeared, although Tom didn't know which one. It surprised her to see him at the backward doorway, rather than the front.

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

Not being sure which terzetto she was, Tom wasn't sure if his head would have offence ...

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh, of course, anything to help,"Tom answered happy to help oneself, 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 sleeping room. Tom followed to infix the way with three ace bottom, to see the kitten led upside down on a bed, with her head hanging off the bottom of the bed, looking up whilst pointing at the ceiling.

Tom was stupefied, not seeing any problem in the cap, and stepped finisher. It wasn't as if there were any illumination bulbs to change. As he reached the end of the bed, the kitten grabbed him with her paw and Tom felt her claw grasp his short 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 finisher to her.

"Oh, I do, it's something only a homo can do ... Now undo your belted ammunition and shorts."The kitten demanded.

"What ?"Tom queried.

But with his genitals looming over the kitten 's unresolved mouth, seeing her physical structure stretched out underneath him on the bed with her saucy fur-covered bosom, Tom 's libido was already gearing up, with his blood pumping.

"I need you to replete this oral fissure 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 torso to stroke his face and run down his chest, to tease his fork. Knowing he couldn't escape the claws piercing his boxers holding him, Tom unfastened his short circuit. She withdrew her hook to pull down his short and boxers, freeing up his growing fellow member to fall through down onto her face. The kitten's eyes widened as she wrapped her lips around Tom's shaft principal and licked and give suck it.

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

"hang 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 seat, warning him not to move.

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

Clair's sassing were like velvet and her part rough, part soft, tongue flicked up and around his now stiff gibe. She would lap the rough office of her tongue down to his balls and back up to the tip, then plunge onto him until her mouth 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 tool and balls. Tom couldn't resist the furry body stretching out in strawman of him and he fondled Clair's breasts hidden in her fur, encouraging more birr. Tom leaned over and started sucking and nibbling one nipple.

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

Tom felt that usual warning twinge in his globe and erupted into her oral cavity. Clair sucked harder and swallowed the ropes of cum shooting into her, pulling Tom deep into her rima oris as she purred harder. Clair released him as his shaft relaxed, Tom stepped out of her leg reach and extract his drawers up.

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

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

Clair got up, leaning to the window to appear, wondering how much sentence they would throw, as Tom backtracked to the doorway.

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

"I will when I get to pussy'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 dorsum door to take the air down the path at the vertebral column of the cottage, returning to the village and Kitty's pub. The pub was tranquillize with a few fixture, Sarah and Chrys were sitting at a table in the lounge and were pleased to see Tom. Tom could already key out Sarah's scent and now could sequester Chrys's perfume, meaning he could now identify each of the three kittens.

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

"Yes. She's busy working on the problem,"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 understandings, but surely it takes a lot of mightiness ?"

"well, it does, even for short-change distances. For say teleporting across half the orb, we can apply the world 's gravitative pull with the moon to further the tenacious jumps, saving energy. They experimented with teleporting to the Moon in the ahead of time days, but it gobbled up so much get-up-and-go they deemed it wasteful, even with fusion power."Chrys excitedly answered.

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

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

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

"These storms, that accidentally bring off multitude from parallel human beings like me here, if they need so practically Energy Department then why do they keep repeating and at time interval that they can be predicted ?"Tom whispered.

Chrys looked a little off-put."They aren't really sure, report card claim some sort of feedback loop that repeats, somehow using the Sun's gravitational clout. But they set up their research radix at Goonhilly every spring and autumn to valuate each occurrence. They're only just finishing their a la mode enquiry, which included the storm that brought you."

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

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

Tom realised his persuasion may be on the rightfield cartroad."Chrys, when I was at Uni, there were many conspiracy theoriser 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 change of location. Because we were happy to pay for trajectory, wagon train, cars, whose diligence employed millions and gain billion, they wanted to go on that status quo. By going interstellar they could mine and exploit the lunation, blemish, 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 fold. '' Chrys was now also whispering and leaning into Tom, transfixed on the conversation.

"Claim ? Or pretend to close ..."

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

"But this may train extra top executive, is there a way of confirming power ingestion with portal first step ?"Tom excitedly asked. Now they were well into Star Wars territory.

"We've already looked. Power white plague trope show null but then when you read the belittled print, the published fig are average number based on premature hebdomad and calendar month's ingestion. When we looked at the algorithmic rule they use, you could input any random data and the termination will be the like flat curve."

"So why is it that only once in a propagation some pathetic sap like me gets pulled across worlds ?"

"Again, we think it is all down to gravitative drag, based on global orbits. It's not an demand scientific discipline, as it works by bending and using the space between quad. It seems time gets involved as well, which is another reason for it needing so much power. One conspiracy hypothesis is that this was the reason for the parkway to get fusion to work."

"Okay. Keep this very much to yourself. There seem to be more and more alarm clock Vanessa Stephen ringing on all of this. If you hear of anything else, let me know as it seems we have the summer to sit and expect before the succeeding schedule storms."Tom whispered.

Sarah returned with a tray of sandwiches and drinks, placing it down on the tabular array between them. As they tucked in, pool came to sit with them.

"Make the nearly of the day Tom, we've had an inflow of interest group after Mermaid sightings and people interested in the fishing trips. We seem to be ‘ The quaint Pub'for families."kitty told Tom.

"I'm buying some garden tables and work bench with umbrellas for summer breakfasts in the garden. We have yoke in for tonight and a steady gain of B & B bookings over the side by side few days."

Tom nodded, scoffing his sandwich. He had a few light ends he wanted to await at this afternoon, and a piffling time to himself would be nice.

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

The three bozo all looked at Tom. All guessing what was behind it, but not have a go at it how he had time to do anything with the homo woman ?

"Ah ... jackpot, she's kind of tempt herself."Tom answered, embarrassed."I tried to dissuade her, saying I would birth moved on by then. But it seems she's determined to riposte here."

Kitty and Sarah shot each other a coup d'oeil, but rather than seeing jealousy, Tom saw amusement in their eyes.

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

"fountainhead, maybe we do need extra help if Tom is going to service all our guests and hold back up his sex toy reputation."Sarah laughed.

"Mum !"Chrys feigned shock.

The three khat cackled with laughter and teased Tom over their lunch. Tom decided enough was enough and made his excuses, rising to result the three qat. As Tom exited Kitty's pub, the three computerized axial tomography were still cackling with laughter.

Tom made his way up the opposite incline of the cove, he wanted to see if he could find Mermaid cove, but this would stand for passing sea captain brown 's sleepless wife. The track was a little harder to abide by as it wound its way through various miss-matched cottages and he had to replicate back after a few dead death. 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 drape were still closed with no sign of the couplet within it, working. police chief Brown's business firm was now to his left hand, looking down on him. Mrs Brown appeared at a ground-floor window, so he waved to know her presence and hopefully forefend her pursuit, as he was making it too obvious that he was going for a pass out of the village.

He made it around the head and senior pilot Brown's business firm was now out of sight behind him. As he walked on, he tried to recognise the drop and rocks that yesterday he saw from the seaward side. The way dropped lowly into some undergrowth, hiding the sea from view. Soon he was walking through some small Tree, only catching fleeting glimpses of the ocean. He would never tell apart Mermaid's Cove from this angle.

The breeze was coming off the sea, so he heard footfall behind him before he smelled any odor. Not wanting to be followed, Tom jumped over a wall on the landward face of the path and waited. The breeze brought a intimate scent to him as he heard the footstep pass his hiding office. He let Becky pass him before he stood up and followed her, treading carefully and staying downwind.

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

Tom poked his head over the paries to see Becky now off the track, having jumped over a fallen tree and small President Bush. She was working deftly through foresighted grass, trying not to go out pace, working her way to the drop bound. Tom then recognised the drop shape and rock candy below. They were now on the drop above Mermaid's Cove.

Tom followed Becky's pace to bear above her in the skunk as she made her way down the winding course, now using the tone cut into the rock candy. 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, to a greater extent 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 safe look around, checking he could key out the path's location in the nighttime. Beck was making her way back up to him.

"How did you acknowledge mum would send me ?"

"I didn't ... But females seem to be inherently suspicious of males ... Don't vexation, I caught your scent first with the idle words behind you."Tom lied, trying to mend Becky's hurt flavour."I'll tell apart 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 route, keen to explore further.

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

Becky shrugged in espousal, but also happy to uphold walking with Tom, rather than return place. They walked on, following the itinerary away from the village

The coastal itinerary dropped into a hollow future to a shallow beach, with some overgrown ruin close to the path. There was a threadbare track down onto the beach.

"That's strange,"Becky said,"There was always a path past the home, but a large 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 tread onto the mud when Tom pulled her back.

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

"Yeah, that is simple ... Badger ... Fox ... weasel maybe."Then she pointed at some photographic print off to one side, 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 along down to a beach voluntarily. ``

"Are you sure ? How foresightful 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 perfume. He couldn't identify Balthasar's individual scent as yet, but he could smell perfume. It was something similar to what his babe would wear. Then he caught the odorous odour 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 footmark ?"

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

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

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

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

"But passing fisherdogs could see them."

Tom pointed out to the widely horizon that would construct the beach readily seeable from any passing fisherdog for an appreciable time. Becky nodded, her face full of surprise, telling Tom this was not a readily advertised meeting place.

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

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

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

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

'' Yeah, I 'd match. ``

"Becky, in this mankind ... Do you accept wild fauna tracking cameras ? You know, so you can watch over fauna trails to see which natural state animals are coming and going."

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

"well, in my world humans can't ask animals who use a way of life and why, so by setting cameras up in Tree or bushes the succeeding day we can watch the wild animals."

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

"Again, why would we necessitate such a matter ... ?"Becky asked.

"Well, what if we could trance a group exposure of these hugger-mugger meetings, then we would have evidence ?"

To Tom, this was a natural progression, but judging from Becky 's look of horror, the use of photographic camera surveillance may not be satisfactory. He made a note to let the cat out of the bag to Saint Peter about it. Becky shook her head in disgust and returned to the main coastal path.

This time Tom motioned to return to the village, maybe they had gone far enough, then Tom remembered Lowell Jackson Thomas's request from final night.

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

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

"Nothing, it was actually your dad on the boat yesterday."Tom hoped this would allay the interrogation.

"That's bad ... 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 slight tactless."But as you've grown sr., you've grown apart."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Why ?"

"Well ... Well ... 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 mortal else other than Thomas, he and your dad have no say in it ?"

"Oh ... Don't worry Dad will let a lot to say about it ... But you make a estimable stop,"Becky said looking smug.

"Would you choose anyone else but Thomas ?"Tom asked, remembering he was supposed to be putting in a kind Scripture in favour of Lowell 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 Tree, and gigantism as Becky took on a swagger to her steps.

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

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

In the centre of the minuscule clearing was a bent tree, deliberately bent over in a fallen ‘ Z'physique with a shortstop horizontal fate to the torso at shank meridian, before the torso headed skywards again. Branches dropped off to become root word, acting as legs, making the short circuit circumstances 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 ... genesis of my class 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-cat's pub last night. Becky motioned to Tom's shorts."I think you're overdressed ..."

Tom was already horny after Clair warming him up earlier, he was eager to gratify Becky. He undid his bang and shorts. Becky licked her lips and her paw delved into Tom's boxershorts, even with her novice experience her paw excited Tom with her thumb teasing over his growing prick's drumhead, stroking its eye.

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

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

Becky pulled Tom's shorts down to his ankles. She held Tom's barb up to tuck underneath and suck each ball. Her spit darting out to lick his rear entrance, teasing him in a way he had never considered turn on before.

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

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

"Mmm."

Tom eased his fingers out and slipped his shaft into Becky. She gripped onto the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree trunk as Tom pumped in and out of her, arching her book binding to pilfer her rump. Tom's travelling bag on her tail helped and this prison term he was enjoying himself, his free hand spanked her.

"Mmm, yes ... Spank me ... two-bagger hooey me."Becky asked.

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

Answering his unverbalized interrogative, Becky said,"I've found some helpful sex instructional videos."Giving Tom a wry look, and a dirty giggle, she said,"Maybe next prison term we should bring some ropes ..."

Tom then second-guessed what she meant, spanked her and pressed his thumb into her back end enactment, for her to scream excitedly. Tom enjoyed bouncing off her rump, with each impact driving his thumb into her, making her gasp at every driving into her.

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

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

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

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

Tom held on until she relaxed, then released his pungency, drew in a deep breath 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 satisfy, I've not cum yet ... You know the drill,"Tom said.

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

"raise on top, sit on my throbbing prick you worm, you 've had your pleasure, now it is my act,"Tom said, commanding her.

Becky rose off the tree proboscis to tread over to him.

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

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

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

She was more get now and labor her coxa backwards and forwards, impaled on his gibe, then rising up to slide back down onto him. Her cover girl small perfectly attack breasts bounced and jiggled as she created her own wet patch on Tom's crotch. He could smell out her sex and her excitement mixing with the smells of the lowly glade.

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

Becky rode up his peter on her rear branch, then releasing to dangle mouth open, grunting in time.

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

Tom enjoyed the feel of her well lubricated, velvet-textured tunnel, sliding up and down his throbbing peter. Looking up at her again, he felt his nut give that conversant twitching. He was nearly there.

"Bounce up and down gripe, I want to see your tits leaping,"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 social movement legs over her question, paws together, as her own orgasm grew.

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

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

She arched her back, and Tom felt her muscles clench around the crown of his shaft of light then her full trunk dropped onto his flag pole pushing it late inside her."Fuuccckkk."she squealed.

Seeing her orgasms climactic release, he could experience his own orgasm climax, releasing to deluge warm liquid into her. He grabbed her hips and ground them to empty his balls. She squirmed in delight and collapsed onto him, her read/write 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 assailable air, in her family's mating glade.

The two walked back to the main coastal path to repay to the village. Becky's mother was nowhere to be seen as Becky left him. Tom passed the theatre by walking back alone to Kitty's Pub. The boats had returned, and the beach was interfering with fisherdogs finishing their working day. A few more than tourer were around, enjoying the hustle and stir. Kitty and Sarah warned him they had a full B & B that evening and for the future few nights.

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

"We've started a few initial passes on the samples, but so far nothing is immediately obtrusive as being out of the average. But at least we know that Peter's heath Robinson mental testing equipment works as all the criterion markers are registering,"Lucy said, quickly outlining their architectural plan for further investigation.

To be on the safe side of meat, Tom rewrote the list in his hand and gave the original lean back to Lucy. In between serving, Tom spoke to St. Peter the Apostle, asking about an infrared radiation tv camera to spy on the beach he and Becky saw earlier. Rather than Becky 's taciturnity, it excited cock at the hugger-mugger nature of the estimate, saying he 'd be able to knock something up the undermentioned day.

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

Balthazar appeared at the bar during the busy eventide and whilst clearing empty glasses Tom passed him the tilt, saying"Dwayne Dibley's list."Balthazar folded the list without reading it, thanked Tom and left him to carry on with his employment, not wanting to make small talk.

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

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

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

"Well, she's not rapturous about arrangements as she jealous about losing the chance to be top dog."

"It's some old-fashioned nonsense, 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 architectural plan.

Tom wasn't sure enough how well it would be received, although click seemed to be a little More open about sex and relationships than humans or Caterpillar. Once he outlined his musical theme to Dylan Thomas, Thomas was all for it and slapped him on the back to pride him.

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

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

The pair re-entered the pub separately to avoid suspicion. Soon Tom was meddlesome again, clearing tabular array and serving beer to the Captain 's table. Becky 's mother was there, so Becky would n't be staying late, letting Tom off any late-night kitchen intimacy.

Lucy and Peter had left and none of her sisters were stage either, so Tom was looking forward to a exhibitioner and a bed to himself as the clientele dwindled. Kitty walked Balthazar back home, leaving Sarah and Tom finishing clearing up. Sarah must have sensed Tom's weariness 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 boots and socks and picked up a towel to make his way to give birth a shower. With all the client in bed, Tom enjoyed wandering the stairwell and corridors in the dark, using his cat 's night vision to channelize his way.

The pub's upper level were a solid mixture of guest and familiar odor, Tom recognising some, others he couldn't. Entering the bathroom Tom exhaled a sigh of relief, finally having the shower to himself, shutting and locking the threshold behind him, he inhaled.

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

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

Clair's legs wrapped around from behind him and her manus loosened his knock and underdrawers. Tom could feel her fond breath on the back of his neck opening, causing the whisker to tolerate on end as she pecked kisses. His short pants fell to the story, and a paw delved into his pugilist to stroke his growing humanness, as she purred.

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

Her shadower worked its way into around Tom's shank and into his shorts, pulling them down. Her ass then tucked through his pegleg, stroking between his ball and rear entrance. The cushy 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 head. She cast his T-shirt to one side as she nibbled his ear, and his mitt reached over his head to stroke her ears behind him. Clair pulled Tom around to confront her and wrapped her forelegs around his neck and her hind legs around his waist, purring whilst her derriere 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 nerve to her to kiss him and her one paw capable to stroke his rear passing. Cats were much more titillating than dogs, although his simply 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 slam into her.

"We've worked out a rota, mum and puss are busy 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 two-time us kittens ... ? ``

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

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

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

'' You seem very certainly of yourself, maybe you need to join me in the exhibitor, '' Tom said, knowing computed axial tomography aversion to water supply, he still hoped he may receive a solo shower for a change.

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

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

"You are crisp !"

Clair purred nervously but continued to slip 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 piss stream.

Initially, Clair shuddered, only just able to hang up onto Tom, wiggling her rear down onto his cock, to keep her pilfer, impaled onto him. The urine seemed to just run off her fur. Tom thought she'd foiled his plan as she threw her top dog back into the body of water, pretending to relish it running over her head. The look on her face wasn't so confident.

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

Clair was now grinding her hip into Tom, and her purring annotation had changed. She was getting More wake, as her fur lost its water system repellent properties and became a two-dimensional wet skin. Tom could sense her soundbox more as she moved and wriggled, the water lubricating their shake consistence. Her indurate nipples now stroked Tom's breast through the categoric, wet fur and he felt his arousal growing.

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

Tom leant Clair against the tiled shower bath wall and took over, sliding in and out of her. Her fur was no retentive fluffy, but thin and slippery. Her consistence felt unlike next to his skin, as he felt every wriggle, twist and tensing of her muscles.

Tom continued to labor his ray of light deep into her, her lovely lenient white meat squashed between them and her nipples teasing into him. He could sense her tensing, building up her orgasm as drove into her time and metre 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 arcuate as her muscles spasmed with the flowing of ecstasy running through her. Tom lunge onwards, Clair was now hanging on as her body wracked with muscle spasm of her climax, enjoying her muscles tightening around him. Finally, he released into her, with her grinning as she felt the warm liquidity inside her, grinding the last of her orgasm into him.

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

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

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

Tom stroked his hands hard over Clair 's body to promote the body of water out of her fur, working his way around her. He soon noticed her chemical reaction whenever he was close 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 body twisting in glee.

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

"It's not comical, if the other kittens see me like this I'll never live it down. It will take 60 minutes 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 certainly. Ask me later once my fur is directly again."

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

ingress his bedroom with his dirty laundry and a towel wrapped around him, he could see Clair, purring, wrapped around herself, preening on his bed. Seeing more than pattern light-headed entering the sleeping room, he walked to see the view out of his humble window. Craning his neck to see the beach and sea beyond, he saw a full Sun Myung Moon appear from behind a cloud.

The full moon sparked his storage of his promise with Pisces, for them to meet at the next fully moon.

"What metre do you recollect it is Clair ?"Tom asked, pulling on scavenge boxers, drawers and his nighest day old sweaty T-shirt.

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

Tom was already pulling his thrill 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 dissent, Tom was already flying down the stair and out of the door into the street, now running to reach Mermaids Cove.

To Be Continued ... .