“You see I have an affinity to catgirls. And they aren’t very common in the kingdom.”“But I’m not a catgirl,” the witch protests.Oh boy, h...re we go again. I knew it was coming. He’s a male after all.“All the same. You look like one, you smell like one, you feel like one,” he counters. “I bet you even feel just as good on the inside as you do the outside.”Let’s face it. We’re not seeing the king without fucking this guy. Besides, I know as well as you do that you are going to do it just because. "Hi," Christy greeted him from the kitchen. "How did it go?" We got Dad's office cleaned out," he told her, with a shake of his head and a grin on his face."Oh? Did you find anything interesting?" Just some family pictures," he told her. "We boxed all his books up so they are ready to go to charity."Christy could see that something was bothering him and credited it to the fact that he was mourning the loss of his parents. She could only imagine what he must be going through.She put her arms. Beer and sandwiches are served…usually by the host’s wife.When it was Tom’s next turn to host the poker group, he told me he wanted to give the boys a treat…”I want you to dress sexy for them.”“What do you mean?" I asked. “Well, your short skirt and heels. Show them your lovely, long legs.”“Well, that’s ok…that’s what I always wear.”“No, I mean that’s all…tight top and no leggings.”“My God, Tom, what’s gotten into you?”“I’ve just been thinking…all of the other wives are kinda dumpy. Some of the. He lit up a cigarette, taking a deep puff every few seconds. A taxi pulled up. Bobby exchanged words with the driver. In the back seat of the cab sat an attractive blonde. She opened the window; Bobby kissed her passionately before the taxi drove off. He was on his smartphone again. He lit up another cigarette, this time smoking it slowly as he waited.He flicked the cigarette to the ground, and then casually began walking toward The Brighton Pier. I was behind him, not too close and not too.