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This chapter is a little longer than previous to link parts of the history and make up for the lapse 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 scholarly person's intragroup 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 smiling and Sarah nodding a soundless laugh at Lucy curled up asleep on the bed behind him.

Tom felt freshly in his strip new clothes, welcoming Brenda's breakfast smell omitting from the kitchen as he walked down the stairs. Now he could assure all the constituent she was preparing and identifying her scent. The four of them sat discussing the premature day and Tom feeling a little hungover from all the celebratory beers brought him cobbler's last Nox.

Several cups of tea and Brenda's hearty breakfast later, he got to work egg laying tables. Stepping remote to check the weather, even the officious fisherdog found time to wish Tom well. With another bright warm morning, Tom started bringing tables and chairs outside for the homo family.

"I think we'll have to push breakfasts in the garden,"Kitty said laughing through the bar's open door."We're already having a wealth of enquiry from electric potential guests and a waiting list of retired maitre d'hotel wanting to captain any fishing trip-up available !"

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

The lounge door opened to release little Stevie pulling his mother to the mesa, excited to watch the boats one last time. His Church Father looked the way Tom felt earlier and seeing the daggers his married woman was throwing at him with her eyes, she wasn't impressed.

Once again everyone's gaze fell on sea captain Brown as he sauntered past, waving a salutation, just as Tom felt a caressing hand on his bum announcing the daughter had arrived, wafting a new fragrance along with her, disguising her initial arrival.

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

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

"Can I modify my order ?"Came the dulcet flavor 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 telephone set act ?"

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

Thankfully, Sarah came through with tea and umber to cut the daughter short and Tom got on with taking the cereal grass out into the garden. After that, Tom was too busy and kept the daughter at arm 's duration. 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 dayspring kitten ?"Tom joked.

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

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

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

Rather than mess about around in the world areas, Tom hid in the kitchen enjoying a cup of tea with Brenda and Lucy, to stave off any tactical manoeuvres by the leaving household's girl. Then kitten popped her head around the door.

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

Tom and Lucy sank their crapulence and followed pussycat out to the bar to suffer skipper Brown.

"Right, you're here already, well done. Let's get on."sea captain brown led them out.

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

"It's safe if we can enter the cottage using the punt door. The cottages can be seen from the full village and anyone could see us to entering an evacuate cottage."

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

They turned off the clifftop path to foreland inland, then once passed the end of the cottage row, turned up the overgrown course along the rear gardens. Counting the plump for doors as they walked until they reached the appointed cottage This one had a low garden gate in the paries and a path leading up to the spine doorway, making it less obvious that there would be regular groundwork dealings over the future few days or even weeks, to the abandon cottage.

At the door, police chief Brown told the threshold, `` Top Dog headwaiter Brown, open up cottage. ``

They heard a click as the ringlet released and they followed Captain brownness into the theater, as lights turned on inside. Lucy went to pull the curtains back.

"Err no sorry Lucy, spread drape show occupancy, this is still an empty cottage for all purport purposes, cloak and dagger I'm afraid,"Tom asked, to get wind police captain brown tut.

'' Add a new person to tear down five access, name Tom, '' senior pilot brown said to no one in particular.

'' Tom confirmed. Tom, please talk clearly ? '' The menage computer requested.

"Hi, I'm Tom."

'' Add a new soul to level eight admission, name Lucy, '' sea captain Brown repeated the process.

'' Lucy confirmed. Lucy, please talk clearly ? '' The menage computer requested.

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

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

'' Lucy will ask to access the cyberspace and her profiles online, whereas I do n't intend you can strain yours, '' Captain brownness answered."rightfulness, that is you two set up, I'll need that list of equipment you need as soon as you can."

skipper Brown University went to leave by the breast door, but then realised and turned to leave from the rachis, giving Tom a glance of desperation. Once the back door closed behind him, Lucy burst with a barrage of exciting ideas.

"This is arrant Tom, we can put in all the instruments here. We need to get Peter on dining table as soon as potential. We can run simulation in the bedrooms, with duplicate setup. ``

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

"What do you mean by that ?"

'' Well, he was prompt to strike the grounds away with him and possibly straight back to the IGC fold it came from, '' Tom explained."This smacks of putridness at a highschool 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 regain tool and bring him into our picayune team."Tom reminded her."He can be Q"

Lucy looked at him questioningly."What ?"

"Haha, when we have fourth dimension I will recount you all about Epistle of James Bond in our world. Q was his quartermaster, equipping him with wonderful gadgets and motorcar, which seem apt for Peter."

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

She chuckled again, volition to accommodate Tom's paranoia. They left the house by the endorse door and returned down the back path, then followed the cross-country path out of the small town. 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 heating shouldn't have crossed the species boundary, but if you did n't throw nanobots, then there was nothing to switch that off."Lucy pondered.

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

'' There 's no disc of it that I 've seen. But then none have met a cat or dog on warmth on their low gear day. Maybe that was the catalyst ? We wo n't make love until I look at a sample of your blood and DNA Tom. ``

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

'' About two yr ago they upgraded all nanobots for the initiative prison term in tenner. They undertook all the peer revues and trials, but maybe they never considered someone who did n't have existing nanobots already deliver. There were newspaper written about possible side upshot, but none considered person from a parallel universe turning up."

Lucy had diverted them off the cross-country path and up another running along the ridgeline of the valley. They caught glance of the village below through trees and hedgerow. It amazed Tom that even walking on two pegleg Lucy showed a felid seemliness, even when skipping over a style along the path. Lucy turned to grab him admiring her, then watched him essay to copy her and fail.

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

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

'' Hi, putz, no hangover this morn ? '' Lucy called.

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

"Wow, Lucy, Tom, it's lovely to see you both."St. Peter the Apostle 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 tenacious line of beer you had queued up for you."

"Thankfully, I had the 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 coup d'oeil at Lucy causing her to blush."We have something matter to to discuss. There is more to the delivery of Pisces story than you may know."

Tom and Lucy sat down at Peter's garden table and then explained all about the game behind the entrapment of Pisces the Fishes in the Cancer pot and the sensationalistic box recovered from Tor rock. He explained his theory of the IGC and once again had to make for the ‘ hide the stone in his fist'plot to prove his decimal point.

The inhabitants of this mankind were too trusting, almost naïve. Tom pondered how they would last in his world, with all the emails, earpiece and street scams around. As they explained the deal Tom had agreed with Captain Robert Brown and Balthasar Peter's fascination grew as he burst with agitation ...

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

cock grabbed a pen and pad and started scribbling notes, talking to himself, with Lucy nodding in agreement to the technical equipment he was listing out. Tom had to wave his hand over the paper to pull dick's attention back to him.

"The trouble is Peter, with the potential of one or Thomas More jetty in the IGC we can't purchase, search or log into any networks or high spot that we are investigating genetic material."

shaft's face dropped then engaged a new geartrain, tearing off his original tone, scrunching the pageboy into a ball, he starting scribbling once more.

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

"Can we do that pecker ?"Lucy excited enquired."We're on an alien budget. Tom's concerned that Balthasar may try to gag any real research by limiting the budget."

"Haha, you kittens are so straight ... How do you think I managed both midterm and end of term experiments ? You don't think I collected all that information in the confine time they allocated to us in the labs, did you ? I built exactly what we need in my student lodging ... 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 accept cost you way more than than your scholarly person grant ?"Lucy gasped.

"Haha, I sold the data point to the other scholarly person, which is how they could all continue partying whilst we studied. I made a respectable profit in the end and have already shut down the server so it's untraceable. The university will never find out that I am the reference. I added in some variables so everyone's data has enough random scatter they won't be able to claim plagiarization and students get roughly the sexual conquest expected of them, only giving a few in high spirits paying students a boost. Otherwise, it would farm a few eyebrows if we all aced our exams."

Lucy jumped out of her chair at him and kissed him, causing him to flush."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 list of leverage, even if we don't need it."

Tom jumped into the conversation."What if the list we give of purchases is false, so any other geneticist reviewing the particular will guess we are looking up the wrongfulness way of life, so will key zippo and then no one will consider us a terror ?"

The three all laughed at their brilliance, Peter led them up to his bedchamber and they all carried down respective boxes of electronics back out into the garden. Immediately Lucy and tool began sorting through the boxes to make two distinct pot, with Lucy tutting and giving Peter disapproving looks every meter they added something to the smaller pile.

"So what's ill-timed with that pile ?"Tom asked, noticing Lucy's disapproval and pointing at the minuscule pile.

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

"If the market requirement, any sound entrepreneur would fill any demand."Peter tried to excuse."Plus further my grad at the like time."

The dyad made an inventorying of everything in the great pile, making a new tilt and ticking detail and equivalents off Peter 's original tilt. Tom was impressed with his merry stria of spymasters, working enthusiastically with technology he could n't even profess to comprehend.

"Apart from some conducting wire, plugs and silver screen, we have everything here, but we can do preliminary scans."Lucy excitedly told Tom,"Which means we can turn over Balthazar a off-key list of token that will include detail we can use to look into your pedigree and DNA at the Lapp time."

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

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

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

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

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

"A. If those samples contain nanobots, they ca n't break loose to contaminate any of us."

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

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

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

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

Peter carried the smaller passel of equipment back up to his sleeping room. Lucy poured over the balance, double-checking the inventory. It disappointed Tom to depend at the numb deal of the equipment, no flashing lights or glowing dilithium crystals, not even humming radioactive boxes with beat showing needles flickering in the red zones.

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

"Ahh, well, we may take to make two trip, as we can't be seen using the cottage. This is all top closed book on a need to have a go at it ground Simon Peter. We'll motive to go paying back by the way we came up, on the paths."

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

They sized up what they could easily carry, moving the rest inside St. 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 shaft and Tom returned to cock 's home to take the relaxation. prick on the walk back excitedly thanks Tom for including him in the project and giving him the prospect to work with Lucy again. Once back at Peter's house, Peter added some note and reference Word of God to the stilt, and the two carried it all back to Q's lair.

prick and Lucy were in their element, shuffling equipment around, busying themselves, muttering to each other which succession they would run first, second and parametric quantity, both scribbling notes and nodding in accord. Tom was very much superfluous to all this, and he had other things on his nous, so made his apology and left.

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

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

He heard a voice echo back, a padding interference of paws on floorboards, and one of the two remaining trinity appeared, although Tom didn't know which one. It surprised her to see him at the back threshold, rather than the front.

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

Not being sure which triad she was, Tom wasn't sure if his question would cause offence ...

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

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

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

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

"I wanted to ask about the violent storm, vena portae and the northerly American Teleportation administration ... If you are Chrys,"Tom asked hopefully.

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

"Oh, of course, anything to avail,"Tom answered happy to help, stepping into the house and closing the door behind him."conduct the way."

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

Tom was stupefied, not seeing any problem in the roof, and stepped closer. It wasn't as if there were any igniter electric light to change. As he reached the end of the bed, the kitty grabbed him with her paws and Tom felt her claws grip his shortstop to dig into his backside.

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

The kitten pulled him in closer to her.

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

"What ?"Tom queried.

But with his privates looming over the kitten 's open rima oris, seeing her consistency stretched out underneath him on the bed with her pert fur-covered breasts, Tom 's libido was already gearing up, with his ancestry pumping.

"I need you to take this lip with your first-rate sex toy."The kitten purred."We know what you've been up to and we kittens mean it is our turn."

The kitten's butt came over her body to stroke his face and run down his chest, to tease his crotch. Knowing he couldn't escape the hook piercing his shorts holding him, Tom unfastened his shorts. She withdrew her claws to pull down his short pants and boxer, freeing up his growing member to flop down onto her case. The kitty's eyes widened as she wrapped her lips around Tom's diaphysis head and drub and give suck it.

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

"knack 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 kitty that was now admitting she was Clair continued to enjoy sucking on Tom, although her nipper now tweaked at his buttocks, warning him not to move.

"But that was the inference ... Oh well, never psyche ... I'm going to birth to ascertain to enjoin you kitten apart."Tom laughed.

Clair's lips were like velvet and her part rough, parting flaccid, tongue flicked up and around his now sozzled jibe. She would lap the rough function of her tongue down to his testicle and back up to the tip, then plunge onto him until her lips fully immersed his sex toy.

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

Clair was now purring with her sucking, the trembling echoing onto his dick and chunk. 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 purring. Tom leaned over and started sucking and nibbling one nipple.

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

Tom felt that usual warning twinge in his balls and erupted into her mouth. Clair sucked harder and swallowed the ropes of cum shooting into her, pulling Tom deep into her lip as she purred harder. Clair released him as his lance relaxed, Tom stepped out of her legs reach and pull his drawers up.

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

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

Clair got up, leaning to the window to look, wondering how much time they would have got, 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 stake room access to walk down the path at the back of the bungalow, returning to the small town and Kitty's pub. The pub was hush with a few regulars, Sarah and Chrys were sitting at a tabular array in the lounge and were pleased to see Tom. Tom could already secern Sarah's odour and now could isolate Chrys's scent, signification he could now describe each of the three kittens.

"Is Lucy set up in your evil den ?"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 agreement, but surely it takes a lot of power ?"

"Well, it does, even for short distances. For say teleporting across half the globe, we can utilize the earth 's gravitative pull with the moon to supercharge the long jumps, saving free energy. They experimented with teleporting to the moon in the early days, but it gobbled up so much free energy they deemed it wasteful, even with fusion power."Chrys excitedly answered.

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

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

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

"These storms, that accidentally bring off people from twin Earth like me here, if they need so much muscularity then why do they keep repeating and at intervals that they can be predicted ?"Tom whispered.

Chrys looked a fiddling off-put."They aren't really sure, news report claim some sort of feedback loop that repeats, somehow using the Sun's gravitational twist. But they set up their inquiry base at Goonhilly every bound and fall to evaluate each occurrence. They're only just finishing their latest research, which included the violent 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 opinion. They publish very little of their findings."

Tom realised his opinion may be on the justly caterpillar tread."Chrys, when I was at Uni, there were many conspiracy idealogue over every historic 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 hypothesis was that when they first investigated teleportation they were looking at interstellar travel. Because we were well-chosen to pay for flights, trains, cars, whose industries employed zillion and garner zillion, they wanted to keep back that condition quo. By going interstellar they could mine and exploit the moonlight, Red Planet, or even as far as Pluto."

"But ?"Tom interjected.

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

"Claim ? Or pretend to close ..."

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

"But this may take additional tycoon, is there a way of confirming power consumption with portal openings ?"Tom excitedly asked. Now they were well into ace warfare territory.

"We've already looked. Power using up figures show zilch but then when you read the small print, the published figure are ordinary figure based on late week and month's consumptions. When we looked at the algorithm they use, you could input any random information and the result will be the same flat curve."

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

"Again, we think it is all down to gravitational pulls, based on world-wide eye socket. It's not an accurate skill, as it works by bending and using the place between outer space. It seems prison term gets involved as well, which is another reason for it needing so a lot great power. One conspiracy theory is that this was the reason for the driving to get merger to work."

"Okay. Keep this very much to yourself. There seem to be to a greater extent and more consternation bells ringing on all of this. If you hear of anything else, let me know as it seems we have the summer to sit and hold off before the adjacent 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.

"shuffle the most of the day Tom, we've had an influx of pursuit after Mermaid sightings and people worry in the fishing head trip. We seem to be ‘ The quaint Pub'for families."kitty-cat 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 steadfast increase of B & B bookings over the next few days."

Tom nodded, scoffing his sandwich. He had a few unleash conclusion he wanted to seem at this afternoon, and a niggling time to himself would be nice.

"Oh, Tom ... Have you promised the human family's daughter anything ?"pussycat asked. `` She cornered me asking about summer work with you in a few weeks ? And asking for your striking numbers, but you do n't make a speech sound or anything, which seemed to upset her. ``

The three cat all looked at Tom. All guessing what was behind it, but not experience how he had time to do anything with the human being adult female ?

"Ah ... kitty-cat, she's sort of ask for herself."Tom answered, embarrassed."I tried to dissuade her, saying I would have moved on by then. But it seems she's determined to retrovert here."

pool and Sarah shot each former 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 postulate extra help if Tom is going to serve all our guests and keep up his sex toy reputation."Sarah laughed.

"Mum !"Chrys feigned shock.

The three cats cackled with laughter and teased Tom over their lunches. Tom decided enough was enough and made his self-justification, rising to leave the three guy. As Tom exited Kitty's pub, the three cats were still cackling with laughter.

Tom made his way up the reverse side of the cove, he wanted to see if he could find Mermaid cove, but this would mean passing police chief Brown 's watchful married woman. The track was a piffling harder to postdate as it wound its way through various miss-matched cottages and he had to double over back after a few suddenly final stage. Soon he was leaving the village, looking down onto the cove from above the cliffs.

Across on the early side of meat of the cove, he could see Clair sunning herself and two doorway down the curtains were still closed with no mansion of the dyad within it, working. Captains Robert Brown's house was now to his left field, looking down on him. Mrs Brown appeared at a ground-floor window, so he waved to admit her comportment and hopefully forfend her stake, as he was making it too obvious that he was going for a pass out of the village.

He made it around the headland and Captain Brown's business firm was now out of sight behind him. As he walked on, he tried to greet the drop-off and rock and roll that yesterday he saw from the seaward side. The way of life dropped lower into some undergrowth, hiding the ocean from view. Soon he was walking through some low trees, only catching fleeting glimpses of the sea. He would never recognise Mermaid's Cove from this angle.

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

The path emerged from the tree diagram and 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 wall, ducking down as Becky stopped. He heard a rustling of manus, then four mitt landing hard, then placidity gradation leading away.

Tom poked his head teacher over the rampart to see Becky now off the route, having jumped over a fallen tree and small bush. She was working deftly through long grass, trying not to leave steps, working her way to the cliff sharpness. Tom then recognised the cliff SHAPE and rocks below. They were now on the cliff above Mermaid's Cove.

Tom followed Becky's stride to abide above her in the grass as she made her way down the winding path, now using the pace cut into the rock 'n' roll. She was peering onto the beach to see if he was there. When she realised he wasn't down there, she turned to hark 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 suss out the cove out rather than escaping."

Becky now blushed, Sir Thomas 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 honorable look around, checking he could identify the path's location in the dark. Beck was making her way back up to him.

"How did you know 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 mend Becky's hurt feelings."I'll tell them you found me at the Cove rather than I followed you."

Becky reached him, and the two returned to the path. Becky turned to walk back the small town but Tom pulled her away, to continue along the path, keen to explore further.

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

Becky shrugged in espousal, but also glad to persist in walking with Tom, rather than return home. They walked on, following the route away from the Village

The coastal course dropped into a hollow next to a shoal beach, with some overgrown dilapidation 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 forage way of life 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 grit before we ruin them, can you identify them ? ``

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

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

"Are you sure ? How recollective ago ?"

'' Well, possibly finish night or yesterday as the scent is still strong. There are some more sweet-smelling scents too, and essence. '' Becky replied.

Tom smelled the air, sniffing around, picking out diverse fragrance. He couldn't identify Balthazar's individual scent as yet, but he could smell perfume. It was something similar to what his sister would wear. Then he caught the sweet-scented feel Becky identified, definitely sweaty men, close confined or 1 that had been working hard.

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

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

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

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

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

"But passing fisherdogs could see them."

Tom pointed out to the blanket horizon that would make the beach readily visible from any overtaking fisherdog for an appreciable time. Becky nodded, her aspect full of surprisal, telling Tom this was not a readily publicise meeting place.

"Fisherdogs would have noticed and Balthazar's white fur would stand out, allowing anyone to agnize 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 grandness 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 safe money is on he doesn't."

'' Yeah, I 'd agree. ``

"Becky, in this world ... Do you have wild animal tracking tv camera ? You know, so you can watch animal trails to see which wild brute are coming and going."

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

"Well, in my humankind humans can't ask animals who use a itinerary and why, so by setting cameras up in Tree or bushes the next day we can watch the gaga animals."

Tom ensured he avoided the term game and hunt, one of the primary uses of them.

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

"fountainhead, what if we could capture a group exposure of these cloak-and-dagger meeting, then we would consume evidence ?"

To Tom, this was a natural progression, but judging from Becky 's look of repugnance, the use of tv camera surveillance may not be satisfactory. He made a musical note to sing to Peter about it. Becky shook her head in disgust and returned to the main coastal path.

This clip Tom motioned to return to the Greenwich 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."

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

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

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

Becky stormed onwards, not answering. Her hindquarters swishing almost angrily as she kicked dirt and leaf bedding on the path. Tom followed a few gradation behind. With her not looking at him, made it gentle for her to unfold up.

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

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

"I've asked that interrogation many fourth dimension,"She answered, barking back at him."But I've never had a genuine answer."

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

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

"Why ?"

"fountainhead ... fountainhead ... I don't know why ... it's just the way I've been told it has to encounter,"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 good point,"Becky said looking smug.

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

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

The route returned to the Tree, and giantism as Becky took on a prance to her steps.

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

She turned off the track, walking between some Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree and to the rampart Tom had previously hidden behind. There was a gate in the wall for her to take the air through, turning to beckon him to adopt. They walked on down an old narrow path, into thicker trees that opened out to a small clearing hidden from view.

In the Centre of the lowly glade was a bend tree, deliberately bent over in a fallen ‘ Z'shape with a forgetful horizontal constituent to the trunk at shank height, before the trunk headed skywards again. limb dropped off to suit roots, acting as legs, making the short part of the tree like a carpenter 's trestle sawhorse.

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

"My phratry's mating tree ... generation of my family were conceived on this Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, so I'd like to try my turn."

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

Tom was already aroused after Clair warming him up earlier, he was eager to satisfy Becky. He undid his whack and short. Becky licked her sass and her paw delved into Tom's boxer, even with her tyro experience her paw excited Tom with her pollex teasing over his growing turncock's head, stroking its eye.

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

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

Becky pulled Tom's underdrawers down to his ankle. She held Tom's shaft up to insert underneath and suckle each ball. Her tongue darting out to lick his tush incoming, teasing him in a way he had never considered exciting before.

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

She got up, licking her lips and straddled the Tree, leaning face down on the horizontal bole, legs following the root leg of the trestle. Her quarter 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 foundation to tip.

"Mmm."

Tom eased his finger out and slipped his shaft into Becky. She gripped onto the tree trunk as Tom pumped in and out of her, arching her back to overturn her fundament. Tom's grip on her tail helped and this prison term he was enjoying himself, his free hand spanked her.

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

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

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

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

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

Tom leant over her back, removing his quarter round but digging his bridge player into her fleshy hip erogenous zona. His heart searched her neck, and he gathered up some neck opening pelt in his dentition. She knew what was coming.

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

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

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

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

His shaft of light pulsing tilt hard and his clump 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 grass in the glade, his prick mimicking the surrounding trees, reaching for the sky.

"Climb on top, sit on my throbbing cock you worm, you 've had your delight, now it is my routine,"Tom said, commanding her.

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

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

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

Becky gasped, and her sassing opened wide, howling silently in walking on air. Tom now admired her underbelly, enjoying her attractive, slim waist and her neatly trimmed fur.

She was more feel now and comminute her hips backwards and forwards, impaled on his shaft, then rising up to slide back down onto him. Her cover girl pocket-size perfectly attack breasts bounced and jiggled as she created her own wet darn on Tom's crotch. He could smell her sex and her excitement mix with the smells of the small glade.

Tom slapped his finger's breadth of one hand across both her breasts."Yowww."Becky yelped but grinned back. He then softly fondled them. He ruffled her fur as he lowered his hands to grasp her hips and ground their coxa together with the wet plot of land between them growing.

Becky rode up his pecker on her rear legs, then releasing to flatten mouth open, grunting in time.

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

Tom enjoyed the feel of her well lubricated, velvet tunnel, sliding up and down his throb gibe. Looking up at her again, he felt his nut give that familiar vellication. He was nearly there.

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

Becky upped the pace and pumping up and down faster, rising high enough to just keep on his au naturel coon 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 stroke."Uhg ... Uhg ... Uhg."She was in control condition 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 musculus clench around the jacket crown of his shaft then her entire dead body dropped onto his flag pole pushing it deep inside her."Fuuccckkk."she squealed.

beholding her climax climactic waiver, he could find his own orgasm climax, releasing to swamp lovesome liquidness into her. He grabbed her pelvis and ground them to empty his balls. She squirmed in delight and collapsed onto him, her head just above him, hugging him tightly and kissing him.

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

The two walked back to the primary coastal track to yield to the village. Becky's mother was nowhere to be seen as Becky left him. Tom passed the house by walking back alone to jackpot's Pub. The boats had returned, and the beach was fussy with fisherdogs finishing their working day. A few more tourist were around, enjoying the bunko and bustle. kitty and Sarah warned him they had a full B & B that evening and for the adjacent few nights.

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

"We've started a few initial toss on the sample distribution, but so far nothing is immediately noticeable as being out of the ordinary. But at to the lowest degree we know that Peter's Heath Edward G. Robinson test equipment works as all the standard markers are registering,"Lucy said, quickly outlining their design for further investigating.

To be on the safe side, Tom rewrote the list in his handwriting and gave the original list 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. quite than Becky 's reticence, it excited Peter at the underground nature of the musical theme, saying he 'd be able to criticise something up the adopt day.

The eventide flew by, with Tom and Sarah meddlesome serving and clearing tables. Becky and Brenda were busy in the kitchen, allowing Becky and Tom the briefest of smiles as they passed. guest were a mix of cats, dogs and a couple of humanity. Guests all asked about mermaids and opportunities for a fishing trip-up, all boding well for the summertime ahead.

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

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

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

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

"wellspring, she's not rhapsodic about arrangements as she jealous about losing the opportunity to be top dog."

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

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

Tom wasn't surely how well it would be received, although frank seemed to be a little more give about sex and relationship than humans or guy. Once he outlined his idea to Seth Thomas, doubting Thomas was all for it and slapped him on the backbone to preen him.

"Oh, no, it's form of romantic in a doggish way ..."Thomas laughed."I'm certain quite a few of our parents met in similar slipway, not quite do marriage ceremony but almost ..."

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

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

Lucy and St. Peter the Apostle had left and none of her baby were stage either, so Tom was looking forward to a shower and a bed to himself as the clientele dwindled. pussycat walked Balthasar back home, leaving Sarah and Tom finishing clearing up. Sarah must consume sensed Tom's weariness as she suggested he get off to bed and she'd wait for kitten's comeback.

Tom felt relieved as he made his way to his room. He lost his kicking and wind sleeve and picked up a towel to throw his way to have a shower. With all the guests in bed, Tom enjoyed wandering the stairwell and corridors in the darkness, using his cat 's nighttime vision to guide his way.

The pub's upper flooring were a all concoction of Edgar Albert Guest and companion aroma, 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 door behind him, he inhaled.

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

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

Clair's leg wrapped around from behind him and her paws loosened his belt and boxershorts. Tom could feel her warm intimation on the binding of his neck, causing the hairs to remain firm on end as she pecked kisses. His shorts fell to the storey, and a paw delved into his boxers 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 tail worked its way into around Tom's waistline and into his boxers, pulling them down. Her tail then tucked through his legs, stroking between his balls and rear ingress. The flabby 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 take hold Tom, so her one leg pulled his shirt over his head word. She cast his T-shirt to one slope as she nibbled his ear, and his paw reached over his head to stroke her ears behind him. Clair pulled Tom around to face her and wrapped her forelegs around his neck opening and her hind ramification around his shank, purring whilst her tail seductively stroked his shaft and rear.

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

"Can't you kittens let me shower in public security,"Tom asked, chuckling as Clair purred, her buns guiding his prick 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 sense dog. Are you two-timing us kitten ... ? ``

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

Clair's after part wiped his rotating 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 fully grown than any of the boy on campus, but none have your tops sex toy nickname."

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

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

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

"You are kinky !"

Clair purred nervously but continued to slide up, and down Tom's ray of light, 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 capable to hang onto Tom, wiggling her backside down onto his shaft, to go on her solicit, impaled onto him. The piss seemed to just run off her fur. Tom thought she'd foiled his plan as she threw her drumhead back into the water, pretending to enjoy it running over her head. The look on her facial expression wasn't so confident.

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

Clair was now grinding her hip into Tom, and her purring note had changed. She was getting more aroused, as her fur lost its water supply repellant belongings and became a flat wet hide. Tom could feel her consistence more as she moved and wriggled, the weewee lubricating their excited bodies. Her inured pap now stroked Tom's chest through the flat tire, wet fur and he felt his rousing growing.

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

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

Tom continued to drive his shaft deep into her, her lovely soft tit squashed between them and her teat teasing into him. He could finger her tensing, building up her climax as swarm into her time and prison term again.

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

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

Clair relaxed, unwrapping her hind peg to endure, kissing him under the watercourse of water. Tom could now see her waterlogged fur draped around her, as they both panted, catching their breathing time. Tom turned the water system off, so Clair could dry off. Initially, they both stroked her fur, encouraging the piddle to leave her coat.

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

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

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

Soon her fur was no longer saturated, and they used towels, causing her fur to tease up, giving her an afro, fur Ball coif all over, and causing Tom to giggle.

"It's not funny, if the other kittens see me like this I'll never live it down. It will take time of day 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 unconditional 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 tile and supervene upon any wet towels with dry.

ingress 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 survey out of his small window. Craning his neck opening to see the beach and sea beyond, he saw a fully moon appear from behind a cloud.

The full lunation sparked his retentiveness of his hope with Pisces, for them to contact at the next fully moon.

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

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

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

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

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

To Be Continued ... .