Kat sat upon the couch’s back, and meowed in greeting. Jessy meowed back.“I am a walking, talking embodiment of hotness, Eric. Last thing I’d ev...r feel the need to do, is make you jealous. I am God’s gift to you, to make up for your shitty life from before.”As much as Kat was dumb beyond all reason, she got along better with Jessy than Eric expected; especially if Jessy’s cat from her time as a human no longer liked her after her change, like she said. Maybe after her embrace, Jessy became more. If he holds true to the flights he indicated, the C130'S are damn near gifts unless they turn into some kind of maintenance hog," I replied."The fuel truck is gong to save us a lot of money. Our contract with the fuel supplier for the small truck that we have includes a 25 cent per gallon surcharge to pay for the truck rental and maintenance. It was a lot of money but the price to buy the truck and maintain it was an offset. Now with the Bombardiers and the addition of the 130s it makes sense. .....But what clinched it, I realised, was the perfume. It was one she had only started to wear around Christmas. Her boss had given it to her at the Christmas party. The first time I noticed was on New Year's when I had to work and she went to celebrate with some girlfriends from the office. It was new, and it was a very sexy odour, unmistakably seductive; floral top notes of gardenia and rose blend with musk, amid a base of cedars and vetivers. This was perfume worn for sex.When I asked she. ." Amanda grumbled."It wasn't your choice," I reminded her."Maybe it seems that way..." Bella said, "but it was. You made the choiceto save me," she said, "thank you for that." A lone tear went down herface before she wiped it and pretended it hadn't happened.The drive home wasn't that far and soon we were being unbuckled in thegarage and I was sat on my feet while Amanda carried Bella inside. Theurgent urge to go poop hit my bowels again as we crossed the entry intothe kitchen and I could see.