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This chapter is a little longer than former to unite parts of the news report and urinate up for the lapse in time since publishing chapter 7.

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Tom woke hearing kitty-cat and Sarah rising to set about their day through the adjoining wall. Lucy was still curled up asleep on her scholar's internal clock. Tom hated leaving her, but he had work to do. He unravelled himself from Lucy and slowly dressed. Timing his leaving the way as kitty and Sarah passed on the landing place, the three smile and Sarah nodding a silent laugh at Lucy curled up asleep on the bed behind him.

Tom felt freshly in his strip new clothes, welcoming Brenda's breakfast feeling omitting from the kitchen as he walked down the stairs. Now he could tell all the element she was preparing and identifying her fragrance. The four of them sat discussing the previous day and Tom feeling a little hungover from all the celebratory beers brought him survive night.

Several loving cup of tea and Brenda's hearty breakfast later, he got to figure out laying table. Stepping outside to check the weather condition, even the busiest fisherdog found time to wish well Tom well. With another hopeful warm morn, Tom started bringing tables and chair outside for the human family.

"I think we'll have to promote breakfasts in the garden,"Kitty said laughing through the bar's open door."We're already having a wealthiness of inquiry from potency guests and a waiting list of retreat captains wanting to captain any fishing trips 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 place he was looking for after all. It was gracious, comfy, and it seems they will be meddling over summer.

The lounge threshold opened to release petty Stevie pulling his mother to the table, excited to see the sauceboat one last time. His father looked the way Tom felt earlier and seeing the daggers his married woman was throwing at him with her eye, she wasn't impressed.

Once again everyone's gaze fell on Captain Brown as he sauntered past tense, waving a greeting, just as Tom felt a caressing script on his bum announcing the girl 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,"Captain Brown said, as he made his way down the beach.

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

"Can I change my lodge ?"Came the dulcet whole step of the girl who had followed him out of earreach and walked with him inside. Once inside, she pretended to sniff at him,"Hmm, pussy cat ? Again ? It seems I will take in competition when I return ... What's your phone phone number ?"

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

Thankfully, Sarah came through with teas and coffees to cut the daughter short and Tom got on with taking the cereals out into the garden. After that, Tom was too in use and kept the daughter at arm 's length. When going into the kitchen to leave Brenda their cooked choices, Tom saw Lucy sat having a cup of tea and some toast.

"Not a morning kitten ?"Tom joked.

"I think my sister plied me with a bit too a great deal drink last nighttime ... But, no I'm not ... A cockcrow kitty that is, thankfully Brenda is more absolvitory than mum."Lucy smiled back.

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

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

Rather than loiter around in the populace areas, Tom hid in the kitchen enjoying a cup of tea with Brenda and Lucy, to avoid any tactical manoeuvres by the leaving syndicate's girl. Then Kitty popped her oral sex around the door.

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

Tom and Lucy sank their drinks and followed Kitty out to the bar to assemble master Brown.

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

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

"It's secure if we can participate the cottage using the endorse door. The bungalow can be seen from the entire village and anyone could see us to entering an discharge cottage."

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

They turned off the clifftop path to head inland, then once passed the end of the cottage row, turned up the overgrown course along the back gardens. Counting the back room access as they walked until they reached the appointed bungalow This one had a low garden gate in the bulwark and a path leading up to the back door, making it less obvious that there would be unconstipated foot traffic over the next few daylight or even weeks, to the empty cottage.

At the door, maitre d' John Brown told the door, `` Top Dog maitre d' brownness, open up bungalow. ``

They heard a dog as the ringlet released and they followed Captain John Brown into the home, as illumination turned on inside. Lucy went to force the curtains back.

"Err no sorry Lucy, open curtains show occupancy, this is still an empty cottage for all intent purposes, cloak and obelisk I'm afraid,"Tom asked, to hear Captain brownness tut.

'' Add a new mortal to level off five accession, name Tom, '' Captain Brown said to no one in particular.

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

"Hi, I'm Tom."

'' Add a new person to rase eight access, figure Lucy, '' Captain Brown repeated the process.

'' Lucy confirmed. Lucy, please address clearly ? '' The house computing device requested.

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

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

'' Lucy will require to access the internet and her profile online, whereas I do n't think you can reach yours, '' master brown answered."Right, that is you two set up, I'll need that list of equipment you need as soon as you can."

Captain Brown went to leave by the front threshold, but then realised and turned to provide from the book binding, giving Tom a glance of despair. Once the back room access closed behind him, Lucy explosion with a battery of exciting ideas.

"This is utter Tom, we can install all the official document here. We need to get Peter on board as soon as possible. We can run simulations in the bedrooms, with duplicate setup. ``

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

"What do you signify by that ?"

'' Well, he was warm to take the grounds away with him and possibly straight back to the IGC fold it came from, '' Tom explained."This smacks of rottenness at a high floor 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 him into our little team."Tom reminded her."He can be Q"

Lucy looked at him questioningly."What ?"

"Haha, when we have time I will tell you all about St. James the Apostle hamper in our cosmos. Q was his quartermaster, equipping him with rattling gadgets and cars, which seem apt for Peter."

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

She chuckled again, bequeath to hold Tom's paranoia. They left the household by the back door and returned down the endorse route, then followed the cross-country path out of the settlement. 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 high temperature shouldn't have crossed the metal money boundary, but if you did n't have nanobots, then there was nothing to change that off."Lucy pondered.

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

'' There 's no phonograph recording of it that I 've seen. But then none have met a cat or dog on heating system on their first day. Maybe that was the catalyst ? We wo n't be intimate until I look at a sample of your descent and DNA Tom. ``

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

'' About two eld ago they upgraded all nanobots for the first time in decades. They undertook all the peer review and visitation, but maybe they never considered somebody who did n't have existing nanobots already pose. There were papers written about potential face essence, but none considered someone from a twin world turning up."

Lucy had diverted them off the cross-country path and up another running along the ridgeline of the vale. They caught glance of the village below through tree diagram and hedges. It amazed Tom that even walking on two legs Lucy showed a felid seemliness, even when skipping over a style along the path. Lucy turned to trance him admiring her, then watched him attempt to copy her and fail.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tom and Lucy sat down at Peter's garden table and then explained all about the plot of ground behind the entrapment of Pisces in the crabmeat pot and the white-livered box recovered from Tor rock. He explained his hypothesis of the IGC and once again had to play the ‘ hide the stone in his fists'biz to evidence his point.

The inhabitants of this populace were too trusting, almost naïve. Tom pondered how they would exist in his creation, with all the email, speech sound and street scam around. As they explained the sight Tom had agreed with sea captain brownness and Balthasar tool's fascination grew as he burst with excitement ...

"Oh ... Please recount me you need my help ? Lucy, you know I can progress exactly what we need."Peter explosion with enthusiasm.

Peter 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 undulate his hand over the paper to attract Peter's attending back to him.

"The trouble is shaft, with the potential of one or Sir Thomas More mole in the IGC we can't purchase, search or log into any web or high spot that we are investigating transmitted material."

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

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

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

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

"But that would have cost you way Thomas More than your student grant ?"Lucy gasped.

"Haha, I sold the data to the other scholarly person, which is how they could all continue partying whilst we studied. I made a sizable earnings in the end and have already shut down the server so it's untraceable. The university will never find out that I am the reservoir. I added in some variable quantity so everyone's data has enough random scatter they won't be able to take plagiarism and scholar get roughly the slews expected of them, only giving a few mellow paying students a boost. Otherwise, it would raise a few brow if we all aced our exams."

Lucy jumped out of her chair at him and kissed him, causing him to blush."You sly fox, you deserve a medal. So let's see what we need, what we have, and then we can still afford Balthazar 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 fake, so any other geneticist reviewing the items will think we are looking up the wrong path, so will disclose naught and then no one will believe us a terror ?"

The three all laughed at their brilliance, Peter led them up to his bedroom and they all carried down several boxful of electronics back out into the garden. Immediately Lucy and Peter began sorting through the boxes to form two distinct sight, with Lucy tutting and giving pecker disapproving looks every time they added something to the smaller pile.

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

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

"If the market demand, any good entrepreneur would fill any demand."Saint Peter tried to explain."Plus boost my tier at the Lapplander time."

The pair made an inventory of everything in the magnanimous atomic reactor, making a new list and ticking items and equivalent off Saint Peter 's original tilt. Tom was impressed with his merry stripe of spymasters, working enthusiastically with technology he could n't even pretend to comprehend.

"Apart from some wires, plugs and cover, we have everything here, but we can do preliminary scans."Lucy excitedly told Tom,"Which means we can founder Balthasar a false list of detail that will include particular we can use to look into your blood and DNA at the Sami time."

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

'' Tom is from a parallel populace. In the spring storms, he accidentally came through a portal. He 's had a few ... Ahem ... encounters with this creation's DNA and our nanobots are giving him bonus boosts no one could possess 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 jounce. `` Haha, I see your populace has the same Sci-Fi level as ours ... No, we won't need to analyse you. All we need is a blood sample."

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

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

"A. If those samples contain nanobots, they ca n't get away to pollute any of us."

"B. Once this is all over, you guys won't be able to confirm datum 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 spread any try bottles. All testing is done using scanners, whether sampling or diagnosing the nanobots. If we had the redress equipment, we could even computer program the nanobots remotely."Peter explained and then reeled off the technicalities as Tom halted him.

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

prick carried the smaller pile of equipment back up to his chamber. Lucy poured over the eternal sleep, double-checking the armory. It disappointed Tom to look at the thudding nap of the equipment, no flashing lights or glowing dilithium crystals, not even humming radioactive boxes with meters showing needle flickering in the red zones.

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

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

Lucy shrugged her berm in banker's acceptance, looking at peter. `` It 's O.K., you 'll get used to his off-world paranoia. But something tells me these are all prudent precautions after the attempt on Pisces aliveness. ``

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

Inside the cottage, Lucy started arranging equipment as Peter and Tom returned to peter 's mansion to bring the remainder. peter on the walk back excitedly thanks Tom for including him in the undertaking and giving him the chance to work with Lucy again. Once back at tool's house, Peter added some preeminence and reference books to the pile, and the two carried it all back to Q's lair.

Peter and Lucy were in their element, shuffling equipment around, busying themselves, muttering to each early which sequence they would run first, second and parameters, both scribbling annotation and nodding in agreement. Tom was very much superfluous to all this, and he had other affair on his mind, so made his excuses and left.

Tom walked two doors up, clambered over the wall and knocked on Sarah's bungalow's back room access. There was no result, so he popped his school principal around the door.

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

He heard a part echo back, a padding noise of hand on floorboards, and one of the two remaining triplets appeared, although Tom didn't know which one. It surprised her to see him at the back room access, 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 question would cause umbrage ...

"I was hoping to babble out 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 tempest, portals and the North American Teleportation Organisation ... If you are Chrys,"Tom asked hopefully.

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

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

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

Tom was stupefied, not seeing any job in the roof, and stepped closer. It wasn't as if there were any light-headed bulbs to change. As he reached the end of the bed, the kitten grabbed him with her paws and Tom felt her chela grip his boxers 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 kitty demanded.

"What ?"Tom queried.

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

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

The kitty's keister came over her torso to stroke his aspect and run down his chest, to tease his privates. Knowing he couldn't escape the claw piercing his short pants holding him, Tom unfastened his shorts. She withdrew her claws to force down his shorts and bagger, freeing up his growing phallus to flop down onto her face. The kitty's center widened as she wrapped her lips around Tom's shaft headspring and licked and suck it.

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

"Hang on your Chrys ?"Tom replied shocked, looking down at her grinning back at him with his stiffening ray of light in her mouth.

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

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

"But that was the inference ... Oh well, never mind ... I'm going to let to read to say you kitty apart."Tom laughed.

Clair's lips were like velvet and her part rough, part soft, knife flicked up and around his now clay ray of light. She would lap the rough character of her glossa down to his balls and back up to the tip, then plunge onto him until her back talk fully immersed his sex toy.

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

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

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

Tom felt that usual warning pang in his clump and erupted into her mouth. Clair sucked harder and swallowed the ropes of cum shooting into her, pulling Tom deep into her sass as she purred harder. Clair released him as his putz 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 ..."

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

Clair got up, leaning to the windowpane to search, wondering how a good deal time they would have, as Tom backtracked to the doorway.

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

"I will when I get to 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 bungalow by the rearward doorway to walk down the way of life at the vertebral column of the bungalow, returning to the village and kitty-cat's pub. The pub was restrained with a few regulars, Sarah and Chrys were sitting at a table in the sofa and were pleased to see Tom. Tom could already distinguish Sarah's olfactory property and now could sequestrate Chrys's scent, meaning he could now identify each of the three kittens.

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

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

"Chrys, can I ask you about North Atlantic Treaty Organization ?"Tom asked, then seeing her nod he continued."I'm sure the technicalities of teleportation are way outside my understandings, but surely it takes a lot of power ?"

"well, it does, even for short distances. For say teleporting across half the ball, we can utilise the earth 's gravitative wrench with the moonshine to encourage the tenacious jumps, saving energy. They experimented with teleporting to the moon in the ahead of time days, but it gobbled up so a great deal energy they deemed it wasteful, even with spinal 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 get off people from parallel worlds like me here, if they need so lots energy then why do they save repeating and at separation that they can be predicted ?"Tom whispered.

Chrys looked a minuscule off-put."They aren't really trusted, paper claim some kind of feedback grummet that repeats, somehow using the Sun's gravitational pulling. But they set up their research foot at Goonhilly every spring and autumn to evaluate each occurrence. They're only just finishing their modish 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 cerebration. They publish very little of their findings."

Tom realised his idea may be on the right track."Chrys, when I was at Uni, there were many conspiracy theoretician over every historical or scientific fact. If you're not convinced, what would be your cabal possibility ?"

"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 felicitous to pay for flights, geartrain, car, whose industries employed millions and bring in trillions, they wanted to proceed that condition quo. By going interstellar they could mine and exploit the Sun Myung Moon, Mars, or even as far as Pluto."

"But ?"Tom interjected.

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

"Claim ? Or affect to close ..."

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

"But this may drive additional top executive, is there a way of confirming power consumption with portal openings ?"Tom excitedly asked. Now they were well into star Wars territory.

"We've already looked. Power consumption figures show nada but then when you read the little print, the published figures are average figure based on previous weeks and month's wasting disease. When we looked at the algorithm they use, you could input any random data and the final result will be the same flat curve."

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

"Again, we think it is all down to gravitational twist, based on wandering orbits. It's not an exact science, as it works by bending and using the space between space. It seems time gets involved as well, which is another reasonableness for it needing so much superpower. One conspiracy theory is that this was the reason for the drive to get fusion to work."

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

Sarah returned with a tray of sandwiches and deglutition, placing it down on the table between them. As they tucked in, Kitty came to sit with them.

"Make the most of the day Tom, we've had an influx of interest after Mermaid sightings and people interested in the fishing tripper. We seem to be ‘ The quaint Pub'for families."Kitty told Tom.

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

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

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

The three cat-o'-nine-tails all looked at Tom. All guessing what was behind it, but not recognise how he had time to do anything with the Human woman ?

"Ah ... kitten, she's sort of invited 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."

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

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

"Well, maybe we do need extra assist if Tom is going to service all our guest 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 decent and made his excuses, rising to leave the three qat. As Tom exited Kitty's pub, the three computed tomography were still cackling with laughter.

Tom made his way up the antonym side of the cove, he wanted to see if he could recover Mermaid cove, but this would mean passing Captain Brown 's insomniac wife. The path was a little harder to accompany as it wound its way through respective miss-matched cottage and he had to duplicate back after a few dead ends. Soon he was leaving the village, looking down onto the cove from above the cliffs.

Across on the early side of the cove, he could see Clair sunning herself and two doors down the drapery were still closed with no sign of the twosome within it, working. Captains Brown's house was now to his left, looking down on him. Mrs Brown appeared at a ground-floor windowpane, so he waved to acknowledge her presence and hopefully avoid her pursuit, as he was making it too obvious that he was going for a base on balls out of the village.

He made it around the promontory and Captain Brown's house was now out of sight behind him. As he walked on, he tried to recognise the cliffs and rocks that yesterday he saw from the offshore slope. The path dropped depressed into some undergrowth, hiding the ocean from view. Soon he was walking through some small-scale Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, only catching fleeting glimpse of the sea. He would never recognise Mermaid's Cove from this angle.

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

The path emerged from the tree and underbrush as Tom allowed Becky to stretch out her lead on him. She was searching for him ahead of her. Tom remained half-hidden, still in the trees and rock rampart, ducking down as Becky stopped. He heard a rustle of paws, then four paws landing hard, then silence steps leading away.

Tom poked his question over the wall to see Becky now off the itinerary, having jumped over a fallen tree and pocket-sized bush. She was working deftly through foresighted grass, trying not to leave pace, working her way to the drop edge. Tom then recognised the cliff contour and stone below. They were now on the cliff above Mermaid's Cove.

Tom followed Becky's stride to stand above her in the pot as she made her way down the nose path, now using the whole step cut into the sway. She was peering onto the beach to see if he was there. When she realised he wasn't down there, she turned to pass along the 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 match the cove out rather than escaping."

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

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

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

"How did you have it away mum would send out me ?"

"I didn't ... But female seem to be inherently untrusting of Male ... Don't worry, I caught your fragrance first with the tip behind you."Tom lied, trying to mend Becky's hurt tone."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 hamlet but Tom pulled her away, to go forward along the course, keen to explore further.

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

Becky shrugged in acceptance, but also happy to go forward walking with Tom, rather than refund home. They walked on, following the path away from the Village

The coastal course dropped into a hollow next to a shoal beach, with some overgrow laying waste close to the path. There was a well-worn route down onto the beach.

"That's unknown,"Becky said,"There was always a path past the business firm, but a enceinte chemical group has recently trodden this down."

Tom and Becky followed the downtrodden pot way 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 prints in the mud and wet sand before we ruin them, can you describe them ? ``

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

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

"Are you sure ? How long ago ?"

'' Well, possibly hold up night or yesterday as the scent is still strong. There are some more odorous aroma too, and perfume. '' Becky replied.

Tom smelled the air, sniffing around, picking out various fragrance. He couldn't identify Balthazar's item-by-item smell as yet, but he could sense perfume. It was something similar to what his sister would wear off. Then he caught the odorous flavor Becky identified, definitely sweaty men, close confined or unity that had been working hard.

"Do fisherdogs deplume up on this beach, would that excuse the step ?"

"snake pit no, that is why the fisherdog's star sign is in ruining. See the protruding cliff there ?"Becky pointed.

"class ago that outcrop dropped into the sea to produce those rocks, like shark's teeth. They would rip a intemperate Hull sportfishing gravy boat apart."

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

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

"But passing fisherdogs could see them."

Tom pointed out to the wide horizon that would make the beach readily visible from any passing fisherdog for an appreciable prison term. Becky nodded, her face wide-cut of surprise, telling Tom this was not a readily advertised group meeting place.

"Fisherdogs would throw noticed and Balthazar's Edward Douglas White Jr. fur would suffer out, allowing anyone to realize him, but no one has mentioned seeing such a encounter. They must be meeting outside of fishing hours."

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

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

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

'' Yeah, I 'd agree. ``

"Becky, in this public ... Do you give wild animal tracking tv camera ? You know, so you can find out animal trails to see which raving mad animals are coming and going."

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

"Well, in my earthly concern humanity can't ask animals who use a course and why, so by setting cameras up in trees or bushes the side by side day we can watch the unwarranted animals."

Tom ensured he avoided the price plot and search, one of the basal utilisation of them.

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

"fountainhead, what if we could bewitch a group photograph of these hush-hush meetings, then we would get evidence ?"

To Tom, this was a natural progress, but judging from Becky 's look of repulsion, the use of camera surveillance may not be acceptable. He made a short letter to talk to Peter about it. Becky shook her capitulum in disgust and returned to the main coastal path.

This time Tom motioned to rejoin to the village, maybe they had gone far enough, then Tom remembered Thomas's petition from live night.

"What happened between you and Saint 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 live night."

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

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

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

Becky stormed onwards, not answering. Her tail swishing almost angrily as she kicked dirt and leaf litter on the track. Tom followed a few stairs behind. With her not looking at him, made it well-fixed 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 father which means going outside the family and dad always favoured Thomas,"Becky said angrily."As soon as they realised this all the village bitches chased after him as if he were on 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 routine on him.

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

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

"No. He has to espouse into the Brown family."

"Why ?"

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

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

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

"Would you choose anyone else but Thomas the doubting Apostle ?"Tom asked, remembering he was supposed to be putting in a variety word in favour of Thomas, not talking her out of the idea.

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

The path returned to the trees, and overgrowth as Becky took on a swagger to her steps.

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

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

In the Centre of the small glade was a bent Tree, deliberately bent over in a fallen ‘ Z'shape with a short horizontal portion to the automobile trunk at shank superlative, before the trunk headed skywards again. arm dropped off to suit root, acting as peg, making the short portion of the Tree like a carpenter 's trestle sawhorse.

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

"My family's sexual union Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree ... Generations of my household were conceived on this tree diagram, so I'd like to try my turn."

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

Tom was already steamy after Clair warming him up earlier, he was eager to satisfy Becky. He undid his bang and shorts. Becky licked her lips and her paw delved into Tom's boxers, even with her novice experience her paw excited Tom with her thumb tease over his growing cock's head, stroking its eye.

Becky pulled Tom finale and kissed him, her slightly orotund snout being more inapt than any cat, but Becky was now more erotic in this encounter. No longer a lapping, licking spit, her knife teased around Tom 's glossa even tickling his faucial tonsil.

Tom's shaft that was now flagged outside his underdrawers, as Becky stroked it in a tight clasp. She dropped onto her knees and sucked his prick into her schnozzle. This time she'd practised and sucked him as hard as Clair. Tom held her heading, stroking her ears, as she bobbed up and down on his shaft, licking his dig's pass then balls.

Becky pulled Tom's trunks down to his ankle joint. She held Tom's shot up to insert underneath and suck in each egg. Her tongue darting out to clobber his keister entering, teasing him in a way he had never considered exciting before.

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

She got up, licking her mouth and straddled the tree, leaning face down on the horizontal tree trunk, legs following the root word legs of the trestle. Her buns flicked, displaying her mark to Tom. The one glistened with juice, waiting for him. Tom teased his fingers easily into her, stroking her fag end from base to tip.

"Mmm."

Tom eased his finger's breadth out and slipped his shaft into Becky. She gripped onto the tree trunk as Tom pumped in and out of her, arching her backrest to hook her rump. Tom's grip on her posterior helped and this fourth dimension he was enjoying himself, his free handwriting spanked her.

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

Tom's mind spun. ‘ look-alike clobber'what on dry land was that and how did she learn that ? So he spanked her again.

Answering his mute questions, Becky said,"I've found some helpful sex instructional videos."Giving Tom a wry face, and a dirty giggle, she said,"Maybe following clock time we should add some ropes ..."

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

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

Tom leant over her back, removing his quarter round but digging his helping hand into her fleshy hip erogenous zones. His oculus searched her neck, and he gathered up some neck skin in his teeth. She knew what was coming.

"Yes ... Yes ... Yes, Tom ... raciness now, I'm coming, please ..."Becky said, begging. Tom bit hard on the crimp of skin on her cervix and she spasmed on the tree luggage compartment, tensing around his calamus recondite inside her, squealing.

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

Tom held on until she relaxed, then released his bite, drew in a cryptic breath 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 drill,"Tom said.

His shaft pulsing rock hard and his testis were aching. He was enjoying this. Now he had more empathy for Becky, more than when they were in the kitchen. He lied down on his back on the pot in the glade, his peter mimicking the surrounding tree diagram, reaching for the sky.

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

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

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

Becky straddled Tom's waist, squatting down her paw guided his gumshoe to its target. He felt the wetness of her sassing on his defenseless 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 mouth opened wide, howling silently in bliss. Tom now admired her underbelly, enjoying her attractive, melt off shank and her neatly trimmed fur.

She was more experienced now and craunch her hips backwards and forwards, impaled on his scape, then rising up to slide back down onto him. Her endearing minuscule perfectly flesh out knocker bounced and jiggled as she created her own wet patch on Tom's fork. He could reek her sex and her fervour admixture with the olfactory property of the small glade.

Tom slapped his finger 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 hired man to grasp her hip and ground their pelvic arch together with the wet darn between them growing.

Becky rode up his shaft on her rear legs, then releasing to drop mouthpiece open, grunting in time.

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

Tom enjoyed the feeling of her well lubricated, velvet tunnel, sliding up and down his throbbing dig. Looking up at her again, he felt his clump give that conversant twitch. He was nearly there.

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

Becky upped the tempo and pumping up and down faster, rising high enough to just keep his naked spade end just inside her lips, then slapping down onto the increasing wet patch between them. Her titty were bouncing for Tom to admire. She grunted with each landing stroke."Uhg ... Uhg ... Uhg."She was in controller 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 muscle clench around the crown of his shaft then her intact consistency dropped onto his signal flag celestial pole pushing it deep inside her."Fuuccckkk."she squealed.

Seeing her orgasms climactic release, he could feel his own coming climax, releasing to flood quick liquid into her. He grabbed her pelvic girdle and bray them to empty his balls. She squirmed in delectation and collapsed onto him, her mind 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 aspect, enjoying her new experience of good afternoon sex in the undetermined air, in her family's mating glade.

The two walked back to the main coastal path to return to the hamlet. Becky's mother was nowhere to be seen as Becky left him. Tom passed the business firm by walking back alone to puss's Pub. The boats had returned, and the beach was fussy with fisherdogs finishing their sour day. A few more tourist were around, enjoying the bunko game and bustle. kitty-cat and Sarah warned him they had a full B & B that evening and for the following few nights.

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

"We've started a few initial whirl on the sample, but so far nil is immediately noticeable as being out of the average. But at to the lowest degree we know that St. Peter's Heath James Harvey Robinson test equipment works as all the monetary standard marker are registering,"Lucy said, quickly outlining their plans for further probe.

To be on the secure side, Tom rewrote the list in his handwriting and gave the original listing back to Lucy. In between service, Tom spoke to dick, asking about an infrared light camera to spy on the beach he and Becky saw earlier. Rather than Becky 's taciturnity, it excited St. Peter the Apostle at the clandestine nature of the approximation, saying he 'd be able to knock something up the following day.

The evening flew by, with Tom and Sarah in use serving and clearing tables. Becky and Brenda were busy in the kitchen, allowing Becky and Tom the briefest of grin as they passed. invitee were a mix of cats, domestic dog and a couple of humans. Guests all asked about mermaids and opportunities for a fishing trip, all premonition well for the summertime ahead.

Balthazar appeared at the bar during the busy eve and whilst clearing evacuate glasses Tom passed him the list, saying"Dwayne Dibley's list."Balthasar folded the list without reading it, thanked Tom and left him to continue with his work, not wanting to make small talk.

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

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

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

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

"It's some passe nonsense, I want to be Top Dog. But not at the expense of losing Becky,"Lowell Thomas said, looking sheepish.

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

Tom wasn't sure how well it would be received, although dogs seemed to be a little more surface about sex and relationships than humans or computed tomography. Once he outlined his mind to Thomas, Norman Mattoon Thomas was all for it and slapped him on the book binding to congratulate him.

"Oh, no, it's form of quixotic in a doggish way ..."Lowell Thomas laughed."I'm indisputable quite a few of our parents met in similar ways, not quite arranged marriages but almost ..."

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

The span re-entered the pub separately to avoid suspiciousness. Soon Tom was meddlesome 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 affaire.

Lucy and St. Peter the Apostle had left and none of her baby were present either, so Tom was looking forward to a shower and a bed to himself as the clientele dwindled. Kitty walked Balthasar 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 hold for pool's return.

Tom felt relieved as he made his way to his elbow room. He lost his rush and socks and picked up a towel to make up his way to have a exhibitor. With all the guest in bed, Tom enjoyed wandering the stairwell and corridors in the darkness, using his cat 's night vision to direct his way.

The pub's upper base were a whole mixture of guest and familiar spirit scents, Tom recognising some, others he couldn't. Entering the bathroom Tom exhaled a suspiration of succor, finally having the shower to himself, shutting and locking the room access behind him, he inhaled.

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

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

Clair's ramification wrapped around from behind him and her paws loosened his belt and boxershorts. Tom could feel her warm breath on the spine of his neck, causing the hairs to stand on end as she pecked kisses. His shorts fell to the floor, and a paw delved into his underdrawers to stroke his growing manhood, as she purred.

"We have bare job, Tom,"She said purring as one leg pulled him tightly into her arse him.

Her tail worked its way into around Tom's waist and into his boxers, pulling them down. Her tail then tucked through his legs, stroking between his balls and parent entering. The mild fur at the end of her hindquarters 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 of meat as she nibbled his ear, and his mitt reached over his head to stroke her ears behind him. Clair pulled Tom around to face her and wrapped her forelegs around his cervix and her hind ramification around his waist, purring whilst her tail seductively stroked his shaft and rear.

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

"Can't you kittens let me lavish in peace,"Tom asked, chuckling as Clair purred, her tail guiding his shaft of light 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 smell on her brass was serious.

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

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

Clair's keister wiped his jibe 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 bigger than any of the boys on campus, but none have your exceedingly sex toy nickname."

'' You seem very trusted of yourself, maybe you need to join me in the shower, '' Tom said, knowing African tea distaste to piss, he still hoped he may have a solo shower for a change.

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

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

"You are kinky !"

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

Initially, Clair shuddered, only just able to hang onto Tom, wiggling her rear down onto his shaft, to keep her hooked, impaled onto him. The piss seemed to just run off her fur. Tom thought she'd foiled his plan as she threw her header back into the water, pretending to enjoy it running over her caput. The look on her boldness wasn't so confident.

Clair continued to slither up and down Tom's shaft, pretending to revel 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 sheen, reflecting the bathroom light.

Clair was now grinding her hip into Tom, and her purring bank bill had changed. She was getting more awake, as her fur lost its water repellent prop and became a flat wet skin. Tom could finger her trunk more as she moved and wriggled, the water lubricating their energise bodies. Her toughened nipples now stroked Tom's dresser through the flat tire, wet fur and he felt his arousal growing.

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

Tom leant Clair against the tiled exhibitioner rampart and took over, sliding in and out of her. Her fur was no longer fluffy, but thin and slippery. Her organic structure felt different side by side to his skin, as he felt every squirm, construction and tensing of her muscles.

Tom continued to drive his spear deep into her, her lovely soft boob squashed between them and her nipples teasing into him. He could feel her tensing, building up her coming as drove into her time and metre again.

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

Then Tom felt her velvet tunnel tighten on him and her back bowed as her muscle spasmed with the flow of disco biscuit running through her. Tom push onwards, Clair was now hanging on as her torso wracked with cramp of her climax, enjoying her muscleman tightening around him. Finally, he released into her, with her grinning as she felt the warm liquidity inside her, grinding the last of her climax into him.

Clair relaxed, unwrapping her hind legs to stand, kissing him under the stream of body of water. Tom could now see her sloughy fur draped around her, as they both panted, catching their breath. Tom turned the urine off, so Clair could dry off. Initially, they both stroked her fur, encouraging the weewee to entrust her coat.

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

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

Tom stroked his hands hard over Clair 's consistency to boost the water out of her fur, working his way around her. He soon noticed her reaction whenever he was close or in an erogenous zone. She was getting more and more erotically charged as the drying cognitive operation progressed, her butt especially as she moaned softly, her soundbox twisting in glee.

Soon her fur was no longer saturated, and they used towels, causing her fur to spoil up, giving her an afro, fur orb coiffure all over, and causing Tom to giggle.

"It's not funny, if the early kitten see me like this I'll never live it down. It will take time of day of preening to flatten out 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 flat 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 paries tiles and replace any wet towels with dry.

Entering his sleeping accommodation with his dirty washables and a towel wrapped around him, he could see Clair, purring, wrapped around herself, preening on his bed. Seeing more than normal light entering the bedroom, he walked to see the survey out of his little window. Craning his cervix to see the beach and sea beyond, he saw a fully synodic month appear from behind a cloud.

The full Moon sparked his memory of his promise with Fish, for them to meet at the future wide-cut moon.

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

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

Tom was already pulling his iron boot on and tying his laces.

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

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

To Be Continued ... .